[Intro] (soft piano, 4 descending notes, no vocals) [Verse 1] [Rapped] Three in the morning and my thumb knows the pattern, seven digits burned in deeper than the things that mattered, I don't need the contact list, I never saved you back, saved you in the muscle, in the shaking of my hand. Every winter I promised I'd delete it, I lied, I just wanted one more chance to hear the world deny that you were ever real — the tone comes cold and final, three flat notes, myonly funeral, my only bible. [Pre-Chorus] [Clean Sung] And I'm still holding on the ring that never rings, counting every second that this dead line steals from me. [Chorus] [Clean Sung Anthemic] Call the number that they buried, let it break again! Call the number that they buried, let it break again! [Verse 2] [Rapped] Disconnected — such a soft word for a grave, like they gently closed a door, no, they took the door away. You said you'd always pick up, that's the promisethat you sold me, now a robot woman's voice knows my name better than you told me. I hate the way I need it, hate the way it's mine, hate that the only thing you left me is a dial tone with a spine. So I press it every night, let the failure hit my heart — at least the failure's honest. At least the failure starts. [Pre-Chorus] [Clean Sung] And I'm still holding on the ring that never rings, counting every second that this dead line steals from me. [Chorus] [Clean SungAnthemic] Call the number that they buried, let it break again! Call the number that they buried, let it break again! [Bridge] [Screamed] PICK UP! PICK UP! I KNOW YOU CAN'T! I KNOW YOU CAN'T AND I STILL DIAL! YOU TOOK THE LINE, YOU LEFT THE HABIT! ANSWER ME — ANSWER ME — ANSWER ME! [Chorus] [Clean Sung Anthemic] Call the number that they buried, let it break again! Call the number that they buried, let it break again! [Outro] (piano motif returns, fades)
