[Intro - Phone buzz] Same number lighting up. Doesn't get the same answer. [Verse 1 - Stop-start rap] "Where you at?" "Come through." Same old invitation dressed as something new. "Nah, got plans." "What, too good?" Funny how a boundary changes how you're understood. I don't need a lecture, don't need to defend, Don't need a court case to say I can't attend. Kept my number, changed what gets my time, Not everybody gets the old access rights. You can take it badly. I can let you. Won't wreck my morning trying to rescue your mood. Got a whole life trying to come together, Can't keep giving every old night forever. [Build] Phone face down. Bass face up. Bring that drop— I've heard enough. [Chorus - Gang chant] OLD NUMBER! NEW BOUNDARIES! CAN'T GET THE OLD ME JUST BY CALLING ME! MY TIME! MY SAY! I GOT SOMETHING GOOD— I'M NOT GIVING IT AWAY! [Verse 2 - Quick pockets] Don't hate the people, hate the pattern I'm in, Every "just one" had a next one with it. Know my own habits, know what drags me back, That's why the answer doesn't need a paragraph. If you're a real mate, you can hear a no, You can want me well when I need to go. We can grab food, we can talk in the day, Doesn't have to end with me losing my way. Not cutting the world into heroes and snakes, Just deciding what my next week takes. Can't be everywhere. Won't try. Some unanswered calls are me choosing my life. [Bridge - Guitar only] Missing a night Doesn't mean missing my life. Sometimes it's how I keep it mine. [Final Chorus - Full drums] OLD NUMBER! NEW BOUNDARIES! CAN'T GET THE OLD ME JUST BY CALLING ME! MY TIME! MY SAY! I GOT SOMETHING GOOD— I'M NOT GIVING IT AWAY!
