Blocked Line Glow

(hmmm-mm-mm) Your name is grayed out on my screen

Sitting in a booth where the bills get clean I'm counting up

the tens, pretending I'm alright

But your dial tone

is haunting me tonight I'm on the valet line,

looking at my phone

Pretending that I'm waiting for my ride alone

But I'm waiting for a text from a blocked number

(waiting on you)

Oh, you're blocked, but you're still in my head

Reading over everything you said

On the valet line,

pretending I don't care But I'm dialling your number and you're never

there

(never there)

Stacking paper while the city lights blur

Every single dollar reminds me of her I got the cash in

my hand but the chest is hollow

Too much pride to beg,

too much pain to swallow

Still blocked...

(calling your phone)

But I know you won't pick up