Ring Twice

Intro

You left your charger here again.

I put it in the drawer with the other one.

I don't know why I kept that either.

Whatever.

Verse 1

Your friend still watches all my stories

Guess you tell her everything

She probably thinks I'm such an asshole

I mean, I wouldn't disagree

You called me Tuesday, I was driving

Let it ring, then called you back

You said, "Never mind, it's nothing"

You always do that when you're mad

And I know I could've come to see you

I just didn't wanna hear the same conversation

About how I don't let you in

Like you haven't seen the parts I keep away from everybody

I bought your favorite drink last week

It's sitting in my fridge

I don't even like that flavor

That's the stupidest part of this

Pre-Chorus

And I hate that you know me

Well enough to know when I'm lying

You don't even ask anymore

You just get quiet

I used to think that meant you understood me

Now I think you just got tired of trying

Chorus

You can keep the records

Keep the things you left at mine

I don't need a reason

To come see you one more time

And I won't say I miss you

That's a conversation for another night

But if you called me right now

I probably wouldn't let it ring twice

No, I probably wouldn't let it ring twice

Verse 2

I saw somebody new last weekend

She was cool, we had a drink

She asked me what I was looking for

I told her I don't really think that far ahead

She laughed like I was joking

I didn't correct her

On the ride home, she played some song you used to play

And I got annoyed at her for it

Which isn't fair, I know

You'd probably say I'm doing what I always do

Find somebody decent, then find something wrong

Make it about timing

Like timing's the reason I can't stay

You weren't asking me for much

I just made it feel like you were

Bridge — drums disappear, bass and keys remain

Maybe you weren't hard to love.

Maybe I just liked being loved

without having to do too much.

I don't know.

I'm not calling to tell you that, though.

You'd probably forgive me.

That's kind of the problem.

Final Chorus — restrained vocals, subtle harmonies

You can keep the records

I don't play them anymore

Funny how the little things

Are what you notice when someone's gone

And I won't say I miss you

I don't even know what that would change

But I still know your number

And I haven't tried to change a thing

No, I haven't tried to change a thing

Outro — nearly spoken

Your charger is still here, by the way.

You can get it whenever.

Just text me first.

...Actually, never mind.

I'll leave it by the door.