Block Your Number

Album: released as a single (2020)
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  • It's always best at the beginning

    I remember when we first fell in love
    Symphonies at the?bus?stop on a?Tuesday
    I was wearing blue Nike high?tops
    You were annotating Greek tragedies
    I spent the next eight months
    Documentin'?my?heart?in voice memos
    Tryna'?write down my?feelings in real time
    Part of me knew it would slip through my fingers so quickly
    Like it always does

    I guess I was too much for you
    Or was I just not enough for you?
    I can never decide, so I analyze
    Replay all the scenes in my movie screen
    How I pulled away and you made me pay
    That weekend in May, that night in July
    Blame it on summer, blame it on distance
    Blame it on me, on all my resistance
    To get in so close, I might really need you
    You're the one person, who might really see through
    All of my bullshit and all of my anger
    That time when you called and I didn't answer
    So I just relive these communications
    And then I go back to our last conversation

    Now you're leaning against a brick wall
    With your backpack on baby
    You look so much older than
    Than when I met you
    I can't believe its over
    I watch our lives untangle
    I guess that this is the part when
    I block your number

    Your affliction tells me if you mean it
    Modern love is so damn romantic
    The irony of poor connection as we talk over FaceTime
    What a metaphor
    You say I remind you of fiction
    A remarkable girl but also a nightmare
    You found it poetic and sometimes magnetic
    Until you got sick of my psychoanalysis
    Like they always do

    I'll blame it on summer, I'll blame it on distance
    I'll blame it on you, on all your persistence
    That it's only chances, and it's only timin'
    And if it were perfect, I wouldn't be cryin'
    On the floor of my dorm room, you wait in the lobby
    And you keep insistin' and I keep on sobbin
    And I just relive the deliberations
    And then I go back to our last conversation

    Now you're leaning against a brick wall
    With your backpack on baby
    You look so much older than
    Than when I met you
    I can't believe it's over
    I watch our lives untangle
    I guess that this is the part when
    I block your number

    I'll blame it on summer, I'll blame it on distance
    I'll blame it on you, on all your persistence
    That it's only chances, and it's only timin'
    And if it were perfect, I wouldn't be cryin'
    On the floor of my dorm room, you wait in the lobby
    And you keep insistin' and I keep on sobbin
    And I just relive the deliberations
    And then I go back to our last conversation Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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