[Intro] Red dot on the screen—yeah, I seen it. Then I hit DND like a genius. [Hook] Do not disturb—yeah, that’s my favorite lie, I’ll let that shit ring while I stare at the sky. I don’t hate you, I don’t leave, I just go outta reach, Then I show up talking big like it’s “no big thing.” DND—watch me turn love into a ghost, Then get mad at the distance like I didn’t do the most. [Verse 1] Keys in the ignition, gloves on the dash, I’m parked by the fence line, dirt on my hands. I read your “call me” and my stomach drop quick, ‘Cause I know it ain’t “small talk,” it’s real shit. And real shit means I gotta be present, Not nodding while I’m half gone, half texting. Work got me wired, bills got me mean, But that ain’t an excuse, that’s a fucking routine. I’ll fix everybody else—no hesitation, Then freeze when you ask me for conversation. I don’t know why my mouth do that, Like love’s a fight and I’m ducking the jab. You want my eyes, not my errands, Not my “I’ll be home” that never happens. I keep saying “tomorrow” like it’s owed to us, Then you get quiet and I act like “what’s up?” What’s up is: I’m scared of the mirror, Scared you’ll see through the tough-guy veneer. So I hide in the noise, make a list, stay busy, Then wonder why the house feels empty with me in it. [Pre] So if I’m being honest—fuck pride, fuck cool, If you’re cracking inside, that’s on me too. I don’t need the last word, I need the first step, I need to stop acting like love is a debt. [Hook] Do not disturb—yeah, that’s my favorite lie, I’ll let that shit ring while I stare at the sky. I don’t hate you, I don’t leave, I just go outta reach, Then I show up talking big like it’s “no big thing.” DND—watch me turn love into a ghost, Then get mad at the distance like I didn’t do the most. [Verse 2] (Double-time burst) Look— I’m a pro at “my bad,” I’m a rookie at change, I’ll say the right shit, then do the same damn thing. I’ll blame the hours, blame the stress, blame the phone, Like I didn’t choose silence with the screen in my palm. I’m not lost in the world, I’m lost in my head, I’m the type to be alive and still act half dead. You don’t want a perfect man, you want a here man, Not a “later” man, not a “next week” man. Back to half-time And it hits different when you stop asking twice, That’s when love stops fighting and it learns how to ice. That’s when “we” turns into “me” in your mouth, And I feel that shit before it even comes out. So I’m done with the coward shit—done with the mute, Done with the “busy,” done with the stupid excuses. If you call, I’m answering—simple as that, No speech, no spin, no “let me call you back.” [Bridge] Beat drop—just voice. I don’t want peace if it costs your voice. Say it ugly. Say it loud. I’ll take it—right here—right now. [Final Hook] Do not disturb—nah, fuck that setting, I’m done letting a button do my confessing. I don’t hate you, I don’t leave, I just shut down hard, But I’m done playing ghost in my own damn yard. DND—yeah, I killed shit with that, So I’m turning it off and I’m turning back. [Outro] Red dot on the screen— I hit call back.
