I’m Still Not Calling
Track 10 of Maybe I’m the Problem
[ Lyrics ]
All this noise — and I still don’t type your name. Saw your brother at the gallery opening, Smiled too long, let the moment keep spinning. He said you asked if I seemed undone — I told him, ‘Funny, I don’t remember fun.’ Three bottles popped, red so bright on my lips, New boy took my hand like he’s writing a script. All this motion, all this flame — And I still don’t type your name. I could send a heart, I could write ‘I miss…’, Let the past crawl back through a crack in the wrist. But the silence fits — clean and tailored, Like the dress I wore when the truth finally parraled. I’m still not calling — No, I’m not falling — I’m not the echo, I’m the silence after the slam. I’m still not calling — I’m not the problem, I’m not the answer — I’m the thing you can’t have. Phone’s full of plans: dinner, drive, Dubai, One sent roses, one sent ‘good luck’ sky. But your contact’s frozen, no views, no glance, Six months of chaos — and I haven’t crossed that dance. I curated pain like a mood board in May, Loved the way power looked after the fray. But this? This is different. This isn’t a game — This is me choosing not to speak your name. I could flex with the past, let the guilt pull the thread, Text ‘I was wrong’ while you lie in your bed. But peace isn’t flashy, it don’t need a stage — It just breathes in the space that no one else can take. I’m still not calling — No, I’m not falling — I’m not the echo, I’m the silence after the slam. I’m still not calling — I’m not the problem, I’m not the answer — I’m the thing you can’t have. Used to think healing looked like a spark, A fight, a flight, a late-night bar. But it’s quieter now — no sirens, no shame, Just a woman who knows when to walk away. I’m still not calling — No, I’m not falling — I’m not the echo, I’m the silence after the slam. I’m still not calling — I’m not the problem, I’m not the answer — I’m the thing you can’t have. All this noise… And I still don’t type your name.