I Never Saved

He knew the way I'd fall apart.
My thumb is hovering over green, the beat keeps pushing,
I can't think.
Five rings, six rings, I count them down.
Pick it up or let it ring, the bass keeps going,
The night keeps swinging.
Ask me now, I need to know.
Hang up or say hello.
If I answer, I'm his again for a minute.
If I don't, I'm the one who's free.
I hate how much I want to hear him say my name.