The Suburbs - VOICEMAIL

I don't really care
I don't know what to say
I just think it's crazy that you're calling every day
And I know you're in a rough patch
Tough match
Heard that you've got no cash
That's your bad, but
You told me to take another tab, right?
You turning this Friday 'to my worst night
Took a wrong turn
And now I hit a wall
Now I'm thinking to myself
You should've left a call
Yeah I'm sorry I didn't call, had to leave you in a rush
Got me waiting for the tone, you don't really give a -
Swear I'm sorry, Jane I get it, kiss on cheek is not enough
Hate when being apologetic, coz I hate when messing up
Never knowing what to say, I never know when it's enough
Coz I know my way with words is really messing with your trust
He's an artist, he's creative, he could spin a lotta lies
But with you I never try it, still, you don't believe in us
Leave a message at the tone
(Wait for the beep, uh-huh)
Leave a message at the tone
(Wait for the beep, uh-huh)
Leave a message at the tone
(Wait for the beep, uh-huh)
Voicemail but you're home
(Wait for the beep, uh-huh)
Leave your message at the tone
(Leave your message at the tone)
Leave your message at the tone
(Leave your message at the tone)
Leave your message at the tone
(Leave your message at the tone)
Voicemail but you're home
Leave your
Message
Tone
I get the tone, yeah
Lately, you've been cold, cause
I could do way better, but I'm chasing the next moment
We're growing older, but still, I'm acting like a kid
I give my oath that I act on impulse, not a sin
Not up to no good
We need to just speak
Cause clearly there's more
And it lies in the deep
Not up to no good
We need to just speak
Cause clearly there's more
And it lies in the deep
Yeah, I see you running late
And you never on your phone
Leave a message on the tone
Said you'd hit me when you home
Always gotta hear a story
Never-ending whichu
Sad story, keep it moving
All I need is the truth
Yeah
I'm drunk dialling
Tryna get you on the line
But you never pickin' up
Cause I always waste your time
Wish I told you how I feel
Make it clear and keep it real
Me and speaking from the heart
It's like Achilles and his heel
Hands 'round my neck
Are they yours, are they mine?
Am I losing my mind?
Is this silence for the things I should've said? (Hell Nah)
I know it's easy to say (What?)
Sorry, I can't really say it
Thinking we can hash it out and pick it up
Where we last left off
It was no holds barred
'Til it got way too heated (Got way too heated)
Just the way you liked it (Just the way you liked it)
Now the friction's kinda frightening
Airing you is killing me, pick up the phone
I'm my own worst enemy, I'm cleaning up my soul
You've been on aeroplane mode since the minute I had left
Now the moment's bad, sad, mad
Guess I gotta sleep, like the guest
(Guess I gotta, gotta)
Guess I gotta sleep, like the guest
(Guess I gotta, gotta)
Guess I gotta sleep, like the guest
(What I gotta do?)
Guess I gotta sleep, like the guest
Pick up the phone, please
I get the tone
I said time and time again
I'd try my best, I'd try my hardest
But I'll say it one more time
For you, I'll never break that promise
I'm honest
I'll be honest with you
I'm going through a thing that I hope I'll get through
And I was going through it before I met you

Written by:
Bokang Mokoteli, Declan van der Merwe, Frank Dim, Kopano Masina, Tinashe Chakandinakira

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