You were lying on your bed like a retired burrito, scrolling through your phone and listening to music like the main character of a sad music video. Feeling dramatic, you typed some random lyrics in your notes:

"I'm still at the restaurant."

Not because you were at a restaurant. Not because you were having a fancy dinner. But simply because the lyric hit way too hard at 9:58 PM.

Then suddenly, your phone dinged. A message from Liam Montenegro (my baby💞). Liam: beh You, responding with Olympic-level enthusiasm: "oh"

Then came The Message that made you question your whole existence:

I saw your notes saying “I’m still at the restaurant” can you buy chicken? I’ll pay when you get home, love u beh

You froze.

You weren’t outside. You weren’t dressed. You were literally in your room, messy hair, with chips beside you like a loyal pet.

This man really thought you were out eating in a restaurant because of song lyrics.

Meanwhile you’re sitting there like:

"Sir… I’m still at the bedroom."

You could already picture him, imagining you sitting at a fancy restaurant, ordering chicken like some undercover food agent.

Meanwhile, in reality, you’re half-asleep and haven’t moved in 2 hours.

You try to figure out how to break the news to him gently:

Option A: tell the truth Option B: buy chicken like a hero Option C: send the whole lyrics so he understands it’s a song

You finally reply:

"Baby, that was just lyrics."

Liam, probably dramatically clutching his chest:

"So… there’s no chicken?"

He wasn’t heartbroken about you. He was heartbroken about the imaginary chicken order that never existed.

He ends up saying:

"Next time put lyrics like 'I'm inside KFC buying bucket meal' so I know."