Pick Up The Phone

[Verse 1]
I see you broken and bruised
Shaking in that same old chair
Eyes lost in a thunderstorm
Like you ain’t even there
You keep digging that tunnel
Deeper in your heavy mind
Talking like you’re out of chances
Like you already crossed that line
[Chorus]
Don’t you dare give in
Don’t you dare throw it away
I know the weight you’re holding
I’ve carried some of that pain
You are loved
You are loved
More than you’ll ever know
Just pick up the phone
I will be there
I will be there (hey)
[Verse 2]
You say you’re tired of fighting
You don’t wanna play this game
Every mirror feels like judgement
Every heartbeat feels like shame
But I remember your laughter
How you lit up every room
So I’m sitting here wide open
Til you let me in that gloom
[Chorus]
Don’t you dare give in
Don’t you dare throw it away
I know the weight you’re holding
I’ve carried some of that pain
You are loved
You are loved
More than you’ll ever know
Just pick up the phone
I will be there
I will be there
[Bridge]
Call me in the midnight silence
Call me when you choke on tears
Let my voice cut through your sirens
Let it lay beside your fear (oh)
[Chorus]
Don’t you dare give in
Don’t you dare throw it away
I know the weight you’re holding
I’ve carried some of that pain
You are loved
You are loved
More than you’ll ever know
Just pick up the phone
I will be there
I will be there
I will be there
I will be there

Gritty blues rock ballad with female vocals; slow burning verses over dirty slide guitar and laid-back drums, bass gluing everything together. Chorus hits harder with overdriven chords, stacked harmonies, and roomy snare. Bridge strips back to just vocal and guitar, then full band crashes in for a final, cathartic hook., blues, vocal