[Intro] [one tone, then muted keys] Screen lit up. No name on it. I let it ring twice. 11:40, jacket still on, key by the rice. Unknown across the glass, I know that little posture. Could be blood, could be business, could be last week's closure. [Verse 1] I don't pick up just to prove I ain't hiding. I don't ignore it just to look decided. Thumb on the glass, I ain't moving the green. Curiosity got a seat, suspicion in between. Private number, public life, I can hold both a minute. Being called ain't a map of what the call got in it. Reception full, head noisy, I still miss the point. Connection on the bar, not a connection in the joint. Silence after ringing louder than the pitch. I let it finish. I don't give the screen a snitch. Could be the offer. Could be the talk I left awkward. Could be nobody. That's the part that make it harder. I watch it fade, then I watch it come back. Same digits, no face, no clue in the black. I wanted reaching. I wanted leaving alone. Tonight them two wants got the same phone. (yeah) [Chorus] Private number, private number, I see you calling, I don't know the number. Want the answer, scared of the answer, private number. If I pick up, I can't unknown the number. Certainty a luxury, I ain't got the number. Private number, private number, stay a question on the glass. Could be any voice I owe, I ain't gonna guess the past. Private number, I can hear you, I just don't confirm. Want it clear. Scared of clear. Leave it on the turn. [Verse 2] More faces know the walk, less know the pause. I can sell a confident and keep the private locked. Mama think better money mean better reach. I got the reach. I ain't got the speech. Industry only knock when the knock pay them. Old love only knock when the night weigh in. I prayed on the drive, not for show, for a still. Quiet came back bigger, I don't dress it as a will. Not every quiet holy. Not every quiet empty. Sometimes I don't listen. Sometimes I don't want company. Access got a price I put on myself. Boundary or bunker, I don't tell them well. Voicemail full of half-concern and a pitch. I save two, delete six, sit with the fifth. Want the voice. Fear the ask that's in the voice. I can believe and still not know which line to choice. (mm) [Chorus] Private number, private number, I see you calling, I don't know the number. Want the answer, scared of the answer, private number. If I pick up, I can't unknown the number. Certainty a luxury, I ain't got the number. Private number, private number, stay a question on the glass. Could be any voice I owe, I ain't gonna guess the past. Private number, I can hear you, I just don't confirm. Want it clear. Scared of clear. Leave it on the turn. [Bridge] [keys only] I can't sort the voice I need from the voice I fear. Both of them can sound like care when the night get near. Faith still here. Faith ain't a caller ID. I might be the one not listening. I might be the one who hid. No bow on it. No name in it. No clean reveal. Just the glass still lit, and me still still. [Chorus] Private number, private number, I see you calling, I don't know the number. (I don't) Want the answer, scared of the answer, private number. If I pick up, I can't unknown the number. (don't) Certainty a luxury, I ain't got the number. Private number, private number, stay a question on the glass. Could be any voice I owe, I ain't gonna guess the past. (past) Private number, I can hear you, I just don't confirm. Want it clear. Scared of clear. Leave it on the turn. [Outro] Screen lit again. Same unknown. Jacket still on. Thumb on the green. I don't press. I don't run. Closer than the first ring. Still no face, no vow. If I answer, I answer blind. I ain't answering now.
