Call Me📱 (PS: I love you.)

When the music gets too loud,

will you find the weight on your shoulders and help to call me out?

When everything’s a reiteration of translation and there’s a miscommunication within every interpretation, will you help to call out loud?

So loud you shake the ground,

let the words leave your mouth,

always remember mine,

and know i’ll always be around.

For you, oh you.

A different type of riff,

born anew.

In my favorite gown,

you found me and I knew it was you.

(PSS: I may not get over you.)