[Intro - Muted guitar, soft tape hiss] Name. Address. Occupation. Easy, easy, easy. Emergency contact. …Rude. [Verse 1] I’m sitting in a waiting room With somebody else’s pen Filling little empty boxes Like a functioning adult again Date of birth, apartment number Yes, I sleep, and no, I don’t Have any known allergies Unless you count being told What to do Then there’s this little rectangle At the bottom of the page And suddenly a stupid form Is asking me to be brave [Pre-Chorus] I’ve got numbers in my phone People who would pick up But who do you write down When the world goes upside down? [Chorus] Who gets the call When I can’t make it? Who knows the girl When I can’t fake it? Not the prettiest picture Not the funniest thing I said Just somebody who’d come running With my name inside their head Who gets the call? Who gets the call? [Instrumental - Dusty beat, wandering guitar] [Verse 2] Sofie knows my middle name And the things I did at nineteen She’d arrive with half a pharmacy And probably make a scene My mother’d bring a cardigan And questions by the pound Then tell the nurse I’m stubborn Like they hadn’t figured out And Mr Biscuit’s very loyal Never missed a single night But his phone is non-existent And his depth perception’s shite [Pre-Chorus] It’s not a competition Nobody needs a crown But why does picking one name Feel like letting someone down? [Chorus] Who gets the call When I can’t make it? Who knows the girl When I can’t fake it? Not the prettiest picture Not the funniest thing I said Just somebody who’d come running With my name inside their head Who gets the call? Who gets the call? [Bridge - Bare piano, close vocal] I thought about the people Who’ve seen me at my worst Not the dramatic kind Just tired and hungry And unable to find my purse The ones who know my silence Doesn’t always mean I’m sad And I realized being known Is a pretty strange thing to have [Instrumental - Warm strings, tape flutter] [Final Chorus - Expansive, gentle] So here’s the name And here’s the number One little line I won’t overthink much longer Someone who’d come running Someone I’d run to, too It’s a very ordinary thing To trust somebody like you Who gets the call? I think I know [Outro - Guitar, room ambience] I write Sofie’s name. Then check the spelling. I’ve known her nine years. Obviously I know how to spell it. … I give the pen back.
