“Missed Calls" continues “Call" from the woman’s perspective, focusing on the silence after reaching out and the ache of waiting for an answer.
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I been counting all my time with you
You really say you fine with me
You really telling me
I don’t really need the moves
You really testing me
You really letting me, letting me in
I don’t wanna count you down
Count you down like you leaving me for Mars
You don’t wanna fall
Boy you never really call
Calling who, calling who, calling me
Yeah, one, two, three
Really tryna see everything you mean
(I don’t wanna know)
You really talking like you know me
You really finding your way out
You really calling late night
Then you don’t wanna say it loud and shout it
I don’t really wanna call you out
One, two
One, two
I don’t really wanna call you
Boy what you doing
You don’t fall through
Fall through
You don’t really do me, do me
(I don’t wanna say it, I don’t really wanna go)
(You say you know me but you never really show)
Shouting from the top of the world
But you don’t really hear me through
I don’t really wanna fall for you
I don’t wanna go to you, you don’t really see
One, two
One, two
And I really wanna call you
But you say you lost your cellphone
Boy don’t play with me
I don’t really wanna scream to the sky for you
You don’t really zoom
You don’t really stay around
I don’t wanna fall
Boy now knowing you I don’t wanna call
You don’t really shoot me down
But you let me fall
Aim me like a target
Then you wanna forget
Then you wanna go insane
I really wanna go far
But you keep calling, calling, calling late night
You say you don’t really mean it
You say you don’t really say it
You don’t really wanna let me down
But you still set me down
I don’t wanna fall apart
You really wanna g-g-g-get me close, get me close
I don’t really see you round town
Boy what you need
You don’t really need
I don’t wanna say it and I don’t really wanna go
You don’t really know me but you really wanna call
I’m shooting my shot
Boy don’t miss me like a shooting star
