[Verse 1: Melodic singer-rapper male MC, half-sung over the clean guitar loop] Three in the morning and the screen going red Two percent left and a thing I never said Charger in the car and the car in the shop Walking home from your cousin's, and the rain won't stop Eight years of friends, of the couch and the fries Eight years of me looking off to the side Every time you cried about a man who didn't care I was holding up the tissues saying I'll be there Now the battery is warning that it's going to sleep One call, one shot, and a promise to keep [Pre-Hook: Melodic singer-rapper male MC] Pick up, pick up, it's ringing twice I got about a minute, so I'm saying it right [Hook: Melodic singer-rapper male MC] Two percent, and I'm giving it all Every word that I swallowed, I'm spending on the call If it dies in the middle, then you'll know what I meant I gave you ninety-eight, and you get the two percent [Verse 2: Melodic singer-rapper male MC, faster, the street ambience louder] She picks up sleepy like you okay, where you at I said don't talk, just listen, I don't got time for that The night up at the lake when you fell off the dock I jumped in with my shoes on and I ruined my socks The time your car quit on the bridge in the snow I said I was in the area, I was forty miles though She's quiet on the line, I can hear her breathe slow One percent on the screen and I'm running out of road I've been in love with you since the summer we were twelve I lo [Break: Melodic singer-rapper male MC, phone dies, the band and the voice go dead for one bar of tires on wet road] Dead screen Dead street Just my shoes and my heartbeat [Verse 3: Melodic singer-rapper male MC, the band back in full, running now] So I ran twenty blocks in the rain with no phone Past the laundromat, the bus stop, the bench where we'd roam Didn't stop at the lights, I was breaking every rule Took the stairs three at a time like I was late for school Up three flights to the door with the wreath from last year Knocked twice, and she opened it, already in tears She was holding her phone with call failed on the screen And she said you were saying, and I couldn't breathe So I started it over, I lo, and she put up a hand Said ve you too, like she'd had that half of it planned [Final Hook: Melodic singer-rapper male MC] Two percent, and I'm giving it all Every word that I swallowed, I'm spending on the call If it dies in the middle, then you'll know what I meant I gave you ninety-eight, and you get the two percent [End]
