Lyrics
[Intro]
[low 808 pulse, distant phone vibration, hi-hats ticking like a clock]
2:47… screen glows, I’m alone again…
[Verse 1]
Apartment’s quiet, just me and the fridge hum,
Scrolling your stories like they still owe me some.
Last text from July still burns in my thread,
I swore I deleted you but the ghost in my head
Keeps typing your name when the liquor gets loud,
Fingers freeze on the call button, heart in my mouth.
We ended in flames, said “never again,”
Now I’m staring at your picture like it’s oxygen.
[Pre-Chorus]
I know this is poison, I know this is wrong,
But the silence is louder than any goodbye song.
One ring… two rings… fuck it, I’m weak—
[Chorus]
Midnight calls, toxic pull,
I still want you, body and soul.
Half “I’m sorry,” half “come home,”
We both know this shit’s gonna end how it always does.
[beat drops, synths swell, hi-hats double-time]
But I’m dialing your number like it’s saving my life,
Even though we both know it’s cutting like a knife.
Midnight calls… yeah, midnight calls…
[Verse 2]
You pick up, voice thick like you just woke up mad,
I stutter “I’m sorry for everything I said last—”
You cut me off, “Save it, we both know the game,”
But your breathing gets heavy when I say your name.
I tell you I miss how your legs wrapped around mine,
How the sheets still smell like your perfume and lies.
You laugh low, say “You’re drunk, go to sleep,”
But neither of us hangs up, we just breathe…
[Bridge]
[hi-hats slow, synths strip down, raw vocal]
This ain’t love, this is addiction with a pretty face,
We keep circling back to the same fucking place.
I hate that I need you, you hate that you care,
But right now we’re both too fucked up to be anywhere…
[beat builds, distant echo]
[Final Chorus]
Midnight calls, toxic pull,
I still want you, body and soul.
Half apology, half “don’t go,”
We both know this shit’s gonna burn us both slow.
[full beat returns, layered vocals]
But I’m dialing your number like it’s saving my life,
Even though we both know it’s cutting like a knife.
Midnight calls… (don’t hang up)
Midnight calls… (I still want you)
Midnight… yeah… midnight…
[fade with ticking hi-hats and distant phone static]
Style
dark pop-trap soul with ticking hi-hatshaunting synthsand raw 3am confession energysmooth male vocals.english
Credits
Prompt by
X3L
X3LGeneratedApr 24, 2026
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