[Intro] Phone lit up—then I let it die. Same me… same lie. [Hook] I keep my phone on silent, I know that shit is foul, Say “I’m on my way,” then I sit here like a coward. I don’t cheat, I don’t leave—still I’m gone when it counts, Disappear in my head, then I come back and announce “Long day… my bad…” like that fixes the bruise— Now the room feel colder ‘cause it don’t feel like you. [Verse 1 - Half-time / laid-back] Truck still running, heat clicking, breath in the glass, I’m staring at your name like it’s judging my ass. I should hit call back—simple—one damn tap, But my brain start sprinting and my chest start tight-clap. Boss on my neck, bills on my back, I walk through the door and I still feel attacked. You asked for my time, I treated it cheap, Like love’s some shit I can schedule and keep. I’ll fix a pipe, I’ll patch a wall, I’ll carry the weight, But you ask “where you at?” and I dodge like fate. You called twice—missed both—‘cause my shit stayed mute, I tell myself “two minutes,” then I turn two to a loop. And you inside doing that quiet thing, Not yelling, not crying—just letting it sting. That hurts worse than screaming, I swear it’s true, ‘Cause it means you been tired and I been the fuse. [Pre - Build / tighter pocket] So say it straight—don’t sugarcoat, If I’m killing this slow, just tell me I’m close. I’m done with the “later,” done with the smoke, If you’re reaching right now, I’m supposed to be home. [Hook] I keep my phone on silent, I know that shit is foul, Say “I’m on my way,” then I sit here like a coward. I don’t cheat, I don’t leave—still I’m gone when it counts, Disappear in my head, then I come back and announce “Long day… my bad…” like that fixes the bruise— Now the room feel colder ‘cause it don’t feel like you. [Verse 2A - Double-time / pressure] Look— I’m good at looking solid, I’m trash at being real, I’ll do a hundred tasks just to dodge how I feel. I’ll clean up the chaos, never touch the root, Then blame my schedule like my schedule is you. I been talking in circles, spinning that shit, Turning “I’m sorry” into “why you tripping like this?” And I hate that I do it, but I do it again, Like my pride’s on payroll and my heart can’t clock in. You don’t want perfection, you want presence, damn, You want me to listen like a grown-ass man. Not “uh-huh” in the background while I scroll and pretend— You want me to stop disappearing mid-sentence. [Verse 2B - Back to half-time / heavier punches] Truth is I’m scared you’ll look at me and finally see I’m not hard—just hurt, and I hide it from me. So I stall, I shrug, I change lanes, I crack jokes, Then I act surprised when your hope finally broke. You stop asking twice—that’s the loudest shit ever, That’s the moment love learns how to leave you alone forever. And I don’t want that ending, I don’t want that proof, I don’t want you turning into “what the fuck’s the use?” [Bridge - Drop / spoken] I’m right here. No screen. No mute. If you say it hurts, I’m not arguing the truth. [Final Hook - Biggest] I had my phone on silent, yeah, that shit was foul, But I’m here in the doorway—right fucking now. No “soon,” no “later,” no “work got me,” no excuse, If you’re reaching for me, I’m reaching back too. I don’t cheat, I don’t leave—still I lost my way, So I’m standing in it, letting you say what you say. If you still got room, I’ll prove it’s real— I’m done hiding in quiet like it pays my bills. [Outro] Phone lit up—
