[Intro]
You always call
when I finally stop thinking about you.
That's almost impressive.
[Verse 1]
I had a good day.
Didn't check your page.
Didn't ask my friends
if they'd heard your name.
I drove past your street
and didn't turn my head.
For once I thought:
“Maybe I'm getting there.”
Then you called.
No warning.
No reason.
Just:
“Hey.”
And suddenly
every little thing I worked on
fell apart
in one syllable.
You ask how I've been.
I say:
“Pretty good.”
You say:
“That's nice.”
Neither one of us
means what we're saying.
[Pre-Chorus]
You know exactly
when to show up.
I know exactly
when I should let you go.
Funny how knowing better
never makes it easier.
[Chorus]
WHEN YOU CALL,
I FORGET WHY I LEFT.
I FORGET EVERY NIGHT
I SWORE I WAS DONE WITH THIS.
WHEN YOU CALL,
I STILL PICK UP TOO FAST.
LIKE SOME PART OF ME
IS STILL WAITING
FOR WHAT WE USED TO HAVE.
I know better.
I do.
But when your name comes through...
I still turn back
into somebody
who belongs to you.
[Verse 2]
You say you've changed.
Maybe you have.
I can hear something different
in the way you laugh.
Then you mention someone.
Just casually.
I say:
“That's cool.”
Way too quickly.
You notice.
Of course you do.
You always knew
which parts of me
were pretending.
Then you ask
if I'm seeing somebody.
I tell you:
“Not really.”
That's not true.
But saying yes
would make this conversation real.
And I don't know
if I'm ready for that.
Because as long as we're talking
like nothing happened...
I can pretend
nothing ended.
[Pre-Chorus]
You know exactly
when to show up.
I know exactly
when I should let you go.
Funny how knowing better
never makes it easier.
[Chorus]
WHEN YOU CALL,
I FORGET WHY I LEFT.
I FORGET EVERY NIGHT
I SWORE I WAS DONE WITH THIS.
WHEN YOU CALL,
I STILL PICK UP TOO FAST.
LIKE SOME PART OF ME
IS STILL WAITING
FOR WHAT WE USED TO HAVE.
I know better.
I do.
But when your name comes through...
I still turn back
into somebody
who belongs to you.
[Verse 3]
Sometimes I think
we miss the memory more than each other.
The late drives.
The cheap food.
Your feet on my dashboard.
The way we'd say:
“Five more minutes”
and somehow lose an hour.
Maybe that's what I want back.
Not us.
Not really.
Just who I was
when loving you felt simple.
Before every conversation
had something underneath it.
Before every goodbye
felt like a test.
Before we got so good
at hurting each other politely.
[Bridge]
[Drums soften]
Tell me something honest.
If I stopped answering...
would you keep calling?
[Soft falsetto]
Or do you only want me
because I'm still here?
[Pads rising]
Because I think
that's what scares me.
Not losing you.
Finding out
we only kept this alive
because neither of us
wanted to be forgotten.
[Beat returns]
[Final Chorus]
WHEN YOU CALL,
I STILL FEEL IT INSIDE.
BUT THIS TIME
I DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND
THAT IT MEANS WE SHOULD TRY.
WHEN YOU CALL,
I CAN MISS WHAT WE HAD
WITHOUT RUNNING BACK
TO SOMETHING
THAT WASN'T BUILT TO LAST.
I know better.
Finally.
And when your name comes through...
maybe I don't have to become
the old me again.
[Outro]
You call.
I look at the screen.
Let it ring.
Then smile.
Not because I don't care.
Because I finally do.
