Sing with me…
Your name on my screenagain and againThree missed callsthen the silence againI kept it face downby the sink all nightBlue light on my handlike a cut in the darkSay it slowI can take itOne more ringI won’t fake itYour voice in my headlike a bruiseI don’t pick upI just loseMissed calls, missed callsyou keep calling meMissed calls, missed callsI let it ringMissed calls, missed callsnow it’s haunting meMissed calls, missed callscome back to meVoicemail fullof your breathingI replay the firstand the last oneHalf-lit hallcold tile floorMy thumb on the glasslike I’m begging for moreSay it slowI can take itOne more ringI won’t fake itYour voice in my headlike a bruiseI don’t pick upI just loseMissed calls, missed callsyou keep calling meMissed calls, missed callsI let it ringMissed calls, missed callsnow it’s haunting meMissed calls, missed callscome back to meIf I answer nowwhat do we becomeIf I let it fadedoes it come undoneI hold my breathat the edge of the screenYour last little ringcuts right through meMissed calls, missed callsyou keep calling meMissed calls, missed callsI let it ringMissed calls, missed callsnow it’s haunting meMissed calls, missed callscome back to me