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Maude Latour

Block Your Number

 

Block Your Number

(الألبوم: Strangers Forever - 2021)


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
Documenting 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 getting 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 miscommunications
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

Sorting through the nuances of conversation
Your inflection 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 timing
And if it were perfect, I wouldn't be crying
On the floor of my dorm room, you wait in the lobby
And you keep insisting and I keep on sobbing
So 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 block your number)
I'll blame it on you, on all your persistence (I block your number)
That it's only chances, and it's only timing (I block your number)
And if it were perfect, I wouldn't be crying (I block your number)
On the floor of my dorm room, you wait in the lobby (I block your number)
And you keep insisting and I keep on sobbing (I block your number)
So I just relive the deliberations (I block your number)
And then I go back to our last conversation

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