Collect Call| A Sinister Sister Creative Production

JEN — “COLLECT CALL”

[Intro — whispered]
Hello?
Yeah, it’s me.
No, I’m not mad.
…Okay, I’m mad.
I miss you, asshole.

[Verse 1]
Phone hit once, now I’m running to the screen,
Whole damn day waiting on a fifteen-minute dream.
You say, “Baby, hold me down,” like I got a choice,
Boy, I’d recognize that dumb-ass voice through the noise.

I’m sleeping on your side like that shit pays rent,
Your hoodie got me acting like the hoodie’s heaven-sent.
Everybody says, “Jen, you gotta let it go,”
Bitch, I tried—then your commissary hit my soul.

I’m loyal as hell, but I’m losing my mind,
Writing you paragraphs, deleting nine.
You got me arguing with a photograph at 2 A.M.,
Then kissing the picture like, “Damn, I miss him.”

[Pre-Hook]
And I know this ain't romantic,
But my heart's fucking dramatic.
You got bars, I got feelings—
Guess we're both doing time.

[Hook]
My man locked up, and I’m locked in,
Missing your voice, missing that stupid grin.
You drive me crazy from behind that wall,
One little “I love you” and I lose it all.
I’m mad, I’m sad, I’m horny—shit, I’m human,
Some days I swear I’m done, then I hear you calling.
You’re doing time, but baby, so am I,
Counting every damn day till I see your eyes.

[Verse 2]
I got beef with the clock, beef with the phone,
Beef with every happy couple walking by my home.
Valentine’s came—I said, “Fuck this holiday,”
Bought myself some flowers, then I cried anyway.

You say, “Baby, be strong,” like that's easy to do,
When the whole damn apartment still smells like you.
I talk shit through the glass, then I wanna cry,
“I hate your ass”—translation: “Please don't say goodbye.”

And your mama asks, “How you holding up, Jen?”
I say, “Great!”
Then I go home and spiral again.
Got your picture on my dresser, your name in my phone,
And a hundred little reminders I’m not really alone.

[Experimental Break — beat drops]
CALL FAILED.
CALL BACK.
CALL FAILED.
Fuck.

[Spoken]
I don't miss the arguments.
I don't miss your bullshit.
I definitely don't miss you leaving your shit everywhere.

…
I miss you leaving your shit everywhere.

[Beat returns]

[Verse 3]
This ain't some cute little prison love song,
I'm pissed that the nights keep dragging this long.
I wanna hear your keys, hear you cuss at the door,
Hear you say, “Jen, what the hell you cooking for?”

I want normal.
That's the part nobody gets.
Not the movies, not the flowers, not the internet.
Just you on the couch, half asleep, talking shit,
Me stealing your blanket like, “Bitch, this is it.”

So yeah, I'm angry.
Yeah, I'm counting the days.
Yeah, sometimes missing you gets buried in rage.
But underneath all the jokes and the shit that I say,
I'm still your girl—and I'm still waiting.

[Final Hook]
My man locked up, and I’m locked in,
Missing your voice, missing that stupid grin.
You drive me crazy from behind that wall,
One little “I love you” and I lose it all.
I’m mad, I’m sad, I’m lonely—shit, I’m human,
Some days I swear I’m done, then I hear you calling.
You’re doing time, but baby, so am I,
Counting every damn day till I see your eyes.

[Outro — voicemail tone]
“Hey… it's Jen.
I know you're probably asleep.
I just wanted to hear your voice.

Call me back.

And don't make me wait all fucking night.”

beep.

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JEN — “COLLECT CALL” [Intro — whispered] Hello? Yeah, it’s me. No, I’m not mad. …Okay, I’m mad. I miss you, asshole. [Verse 1] Phone hit once, now I’m running to the screen, Whole damn day waiting on a fifteen-minute dream. You say, “Baby, hold me down,” like I got a choice, Boy, I’d recognize that dumb-ass voice through the noise. I’m sleeping on your side like that shit pays rent, Your hoodie got me acting like the hoodie’s heaven-sent. Everybody says, “Jen, you gotta let it go,” Bitch, I tried—then your commissary hit my soul. I’m loyal as hell, but I’m losing my mind, Writing you paragraphs, deleting nine. You got me arguing with a photograph at 2 A.M., Then kissing the picture like, “Damn, I miss him.” [Pre-Hook] And I know this ain't romantic, But my heart's fucking dramatic. You got bars, I got feelings— Guess we're both doing time. [Hook] My man locked up, and I’m locked in, Missing your voice, missing that stupid grin. You drive me crazy from behind that wall, One little “I love you” and I lose it all. I’m mad, I’m sad, I’m horny—shit, I’m human, Some days I swear I’m done, then I hear you calling. You’re doing time, but baby, so am I, Counting every damn day till I see your eyes. [Verse 2] I got beef with the clock, beef with the phone, Beef with every happy couple walking by my home. Valentine’s came—I said, “Fuck this holiday,” Bought myself some flowers, then I cried anyway. You say, “Baby, be strong,” like that's easy to do, When the whole damn apartment still smells like you. I talk shit through the glass, then I wanna cry, “I hate your ass”—translation: “Please don't say goodbye.” And your mama asks, “How you holding up, Jen?” I say, “Great!” Then I go home and spiral again. Got your picture on my dresser, your name in my phone, And a hundred little reminders I’m not really alone. [Experimental Break — beat drops] CALL FAILED. CALL BACK. CALL FAILED. Fuck. [Spoken] I don't miss the arguments. I don't miss your bullshit. I definitely don't miss you leaving your shit everywhere. … I miss you leaving your shit everywhere. [Beat returns] [Verse 3] This ain't some cute little prison love song, I'm pissed that the nights keep dragging this long. I wanna hear your keys, hear you cuss at the door, Hear you say, “Jen, what the hell you cooking for?” I want normal. That's the part nobody gets. Not the movies, not the flowers, not the internet. Just you on the couch, half asleep, talking shit, Me stealing your blanket like, “Bitch, this is it.” So yeah, I'm angry. Yeah, I'm counting the days. Yeah, sometimes missing you gets buried in rage. But underneath all the jokes and the shit that I say, I'm still your girl—and I'm still waiting. [Final Hook] My man locked up, and I’m locked in, Missing your voice, missing that stupid grin. You drive me crazy from behind that wall, One little “I love you” and I lose it all. I’m mad, I’m sad, I’m lonely—shit, I’m human, Some days I swear I’m done, then I hear you calling. You’re doing time, but baby, so am I, Counting every damn day till I see your eyes. [Outro — voicemail tone] “Hey… it's Jen. I know you're probably asleep. I just wanted to hear your voice. Call me back. And don't make me wait all fucking night.” beep.

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