Block Your Number

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

Documentin' 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, 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 its 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 affliction 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 timin'

And if it were perfect, I wouldn't be cryin'

On the floor of my dorm room, you wait in the lobby

And you keep insistin' and I keep on sobbin

And 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'll blame it on you, on all your persistence

That it's only chances, and it's only timin'

And if it were perfect, I wouldn't be cryin'

On the floor of my dorm room, you wait in the lobby

And you keep insistin' and I keep on sobbin

And I just relive the deliberations

And then I go back to our last conversation