Block Your Number

It's always best at the beginning I remember when we first fell in love Symphonies at the bus stop on a Tuesday I was wearing blue Nike high tops You were annotating Greek tragedies I spent the next eight months Documenting my heart in voice memos Trying to write down my feelings in real time Part of me knew it would slip through my fingers so quickly Like it always does I guess I was too much for you Or was I just not enough for you I can never decide So I analyze Replay all the scenes In my movie screen I pulled away And you made me pay That weekend in May That night in July I'll blame it on summer I'll blame it on distance I'll blame it on me On all my resistance To get in so close I might really need you You're the one person who might really see through All of my bullshit And all of my anger That time when you called And I didn't answer So I just relive These communications And then I go back to our last conversation Now you're leaning against a brick wall With your backpack on baby You look so much older than Than when I met you I can't believe it's over I watch our lives untangle I guess that this is the part when I block your number Sitting through the nuances of conversation Your affliction tells me if you mean it Modern love is so damn romantic The irony of poor connection as we talk over FaceTime What a metaphor You say I remind you of fiction A remarkable girl But also a nightmare You found it poetic And sometimes magnetic Until you got sick of my psychoanalysis Like they always do I'll blame it on summer I'll blame it on distance I'll blame it on you On all your persistence That it's only chances And it's only timing And if it were perfect I wouldn't be crying On the floor of my dorm room You wait in the lobby And you keep insisting And I keep on sobbing So I just relive the deliberations And then I go back to our last conversation Now you're leaning against a brick wall With your backpack on baby You look so much older than Than when I met you I can't believe it's over I watch our lives untangle I guess that this is the part when I block your number I'll blame it on summer I'll blame it on distance I'll blame it on you And all your persistence That it's only chances And it's only timing And if it were perfect I wouldn't be crying On the floor of my dorm room You wait in the lobby And you keep insisting And I keep on sobbing So I just relive the deliberations And then I go back to our last conversation