I want your voice in my ear like a pill I shouldn't take
I need your hand on my chest like this city needs an earthquake
I want to open up, but every time I do
A bat flies out, and it's not even cute

You ask if I'm okay, I almost say yes
But all the world’s a stage and I do not take requests
You want to get close—lookit you, that's adorable
But my standards make my intimacy unaffordable

So don't call, just think of me
While you drink something poisonous and read poetry
I want love like a guillotine dream—
Quick, romantic, never get clean

Don't call, just ache a bit
Let the fantasy live where the facts don't fit
I could be yours, or I could be free
But I can't be both, and I know me (to some degree)

I used to ache for someone who'd understand
Now I dodge every bid with a shaking hand
I built this bunker out of cynicism and pills
But you keep knocking like you’re collecting bills

You say going deep is a memory in your muscle
Like we're not all ghosts with decent skin and good hustle
I want to want you—I do, I swear
But baby I’m like Oakland, cuz there’s no there there

So don't call, just think of me
Like a tab you forgot to close in 2023
Same-night lay with a curse attached
Pants on fire, guess  we really made a match

Don't call, just feel the burn
Let the lesson go unlearned
I'd rather haunt, I don’t need to heal
Fakin’ it to make it’s my version of keepin' it real
(Baby let me introduce you to the art of the deal)

I keep my heart like an obsolete app
Crash it, relaunch it, still a piece of crap
If you get too close I disappear
But if you leave me alone—you might find I'm right here
I want to be loved without having to try
I want to be seen, without having to lie
And I want you, yeah—but I want you gone
Just don't leave me alone too long

Don't call, just think of me
When the future’s too bright and you need misery
We almost meant something, once upon a time
But almost is the only thing we left behind

Don't call, just write my name
In ash on a mirror, or piss in the rain
You can crave me, curse me, cry like a girl—
But don't expect me to
Don't call, just write my name
In ash on a mirror, or piss in the rain
You can crave me, curse me, cry like a girl
But don't expect me to be part of your cinematic world

I'm not healed, I'm not kind, I'm just clever with words
And sometimes that's all you deserve

Let me rot in style
Let me love you from a thousand miles 
Of self-defense
I’m not faking orgasms
I’m just burning off my fingerprints

Because fearful-avoidants need love, too. Second single from the self-titled debut.