You can tell it's midterm season

It’s hard enough to talk when it’s in T9
I’m pouring out my heart to you line by line
Waiting on your answer, hopin’ for a sign
Girl, I’ve never seen someone so damn fine

One hundred and forty characters or less
Not a lot of space for me to confess
You’re all I think about, more or less
Will you be mine, baby, please say yes

I’m lighting up your phone, but there’s no reply
Demand’s there but you’re not giving me supply
Girl, you won’t find someone who’s more fly
But I can take a hint, so baby bye, bye, bye

Now that I’m not texting, the tables have turned
My phone’s lit up, but no messages returned
It’s a little late, that bridge has been burned
You want some of this, it’s got to be earned