Call It Back

Voicemail tone… “It’s me. If you’re awake… listen.”

I taught the door to slam before I learned to stay,

Threw little words like knives that never fade away.

Your jacket on the chair still smells like summer rain,

I dance around the truth but step right into pain.

Every streetlight asks me “why’d you run?”

Echoes answer back what I’ve done.

If pride was the lock, I turned it tight—

now I’m begging the night.

I was wrong—say it loud, say it clear,

If there’s mercy in your heart, bring it here.

I’d rewind every fight, every tear,

Call it back, call it back, my dear.

I was wrong—let the beat testify,

Hands to the sky as the choir replies.

If a sorry can sing, let mine fly—

Call it back, call it back tonight.

Oh—oh—oh, I’m calling… I’m calling you back.

Your shadow on the wall keeps trying on my shame,

Records spin our memories—I’m skipping on your name.

I said I needed space then hated all that air,

What’s a room full of gold when you’re not there?

Every mirror makes me face the truth,

I wore thunder when you needed proof.

If love is a bridge, I burned it bright—

I’m here with the light.

Take my armor, take my crown,

Take the walls—I’ll tear them down.

Let me carry what I dropped,

Let me learn where I once stopped.

If forgiveness has a door,

leave it cracked—I’ll cross the floor.

No excuses—just facts:

I hurt you, I want you back.

If you need time, take mine—

I’ll wait on the line.

I was wrong—say it loud, say it clear,

If there’s mercy in your heart, bring it here.

I’d rewind every fight, every tear,

Call it back, call it back, my dear.

I was wrong—let the night testify,

Hands to the sky as the horns reply.

If a sorry can soar, let mine fly—

Call it back, call it back tonight.

Band drops—one note held—“I’m sorry”…

horn swell… release.