[Intro] Something slid beneath my door My name across the front RICH Care of Fae’s Bazaar Broadcasting Never heard of you [Verse 1] “Dear Rich, I heard you on the radio Counting gasoline and food Every hour you couldn’t sell While you kept somebody whole” No I wasn’t on the radio I was alone inside this room Nobody saw the papers Nobody heard what I threw out The letter knew the closed account The things I couldn’t buy The empire in my shopping cart So tell me— How the hell did you know mine? [Chorus] I wasn’t on the radio I wasn’t anywhere I said those words to no one There was nobody there The bag was by the doorway The phone was on the floor I wasn’t on the radio So who heard me And what for? [Verse 2] He wrote about a woman Who held him through the night Took the title from his shoulders Made the room feel safe inside He carried what she taught him Back through every polished door She kept returning him to power He helped make her poor He knew about her vision Knew she couldn’t fund the start Still accepted all her labor While she gave away its parts Then he wrote: “I never paid her I called it something else” I lowered the letter Said, “Then pay her yourself” [Chorus] I wasn’t on the radio But somehow you heard me break And now you’ve sent your guilt here Like another thing to take You found a man who just resigned From carrying what wasn’t his I wasn’t on the radio And I’m not your confessor Just because you listened [Bridge] I don’t know Cloud I can’t forgive you for her I cannot name her pain Decide your debt Or make your shame hurt softer Her body was not an invoice Her affection was not debt But you knew her dream was starving While you took what she had left Pay her for the labor Tell the truth where she can answer Do not make her hold you While you learn to understand her And do not hand Your unpaid emotional labor To me [Break] I turned the final page over Found the only empty space Wrote: You chose me Because you did not fail me That does not make me safe For you to use Signed it, Rich [Final Chorus] I wasn’t on the radio I still don’t know your name I don’t know how my private ruin Found its way onto the airwaves But something crossed the distance Something entered through my door I wasn’t on the radio Still, someone heard What I couldn’t carry anymore [Outro] The phone begins to ring A familiar name A familiar emergency My whole body reaches first Then stops The letter waits The trash stays closed The ringing ends Someone needed something from me And for the first time I did not provide it
