Calling Me Calling You
This is not the first time
I'm doing my best, I think you're freaking out
Try to keep a straight line
Driving your car to an empty house
And I guess you've been told, what I already know
You've fallen into someone else
And I won't break it down, but it's all coming out
I saw it on your video
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Ten digit number, ten digit number I can never redial
Typing your fingers off
Fucking your heart up
Walking out with a perfect scar
It's difficult to say why
I'm talking to a mirror in a dark bedroom
Lying naked on the carpet
Fighting off every memory of me and you
So where will you go when you're so not okay
I don't think we feel the same
And I can't just forget the look on your face
When it's all over my telephone
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Ten digit number, ten digit number I can never redial
Typing your fingers off
Fucking your heart up
Walking out with a perfect scar
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I sit alone and think aloud
I miss the way you run your mouth
The dizziness, the back and forth
So insecure we're keeping score
It's like a raging war that ends up in your head each day
And I was just so paralyzed that I could barely fucking pray
And in the moment when it hit me like a wave of doubt
I finally heard my friends when they said it was time to just get out
I'm sorry but I must prioritize my mental health
And you should do what Justin said and take the time to love yourself
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Ten digit number, ten digit number I can never redial
Typing your fingers off
Fucking your heart up
Walking out with a perfect scar
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I'm doing my best, I think you're freaking out
Try to keep a straight line
Driving your car to an empty house
And I guess you've been told, what I already know
You've fallen into someone else
And I won't break it down, but it's all coming out
I saw it on your video
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Ten digit number, ten digit number I can never redial
Typing your fingers off
Fucking your heart up
Walking out with a perfect scar
It's difficult to say why
I'm talking to a mirror in a dark bedroom
Lying naked on the carpet
Fighting off every memory of me and you
So where will you go when you're so not okay
I don't think we feel the same
And I can't just forget the look on your face
When it's all over my telephone
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Ten digit number, ten digit number I can never redial
Typing your fingers off
Fucking your heart up
Walking out with a perfect scar
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I sit alone and think aloud
I miss the way you run your mouth
The dizziness, the back and forth
So insecure we're keeping score
It's like a raging war that ends up in your head each day
And I was just so paralyzed that I could barely fucking pray
And in the moment when it hit me like a wave of doubt
I finally heard my friends when they said it was time to just get out
I'm sorry but I must prioritize my mental health
And you should do what Justin said and take the time to love yourself
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Calling me, calling you, calling me, I'm calling you
Nobody is picking up, nobody is leaving
Ten digit number, ten digit number I can never redial
Typing your fingers off
Fucking your heart up
Walking out with a perfect scar
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
I don't really think it's fine
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Writer(s): David Cook
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