New Number

New SIM.

New life.

At least that’s what the salesman said.

(Yeah, right.)

Card snapped in half, threw the plastic in the creek

Trying to kill the habit, trying not to be weak

No more name in red, no more screen light glare

But I still feel the vibrate when there’s nothing there

Ghost-limb syndrome in my right-hand pocket

Fear like a wire, and I can’t find the socket

Changed the area code, changed the whole damn town

But the memory is a signal that won't go down

I’m sitting in the kitchen of a place they don't know

But the air feels heavy with the "long time ago" (yeah).

I’m dialing out of the nightmare

New number, new name, but I’m still right there

Every time it rings, I’m a child in the dark

Trying to keep the fire from a dying little spark

I’m dialing out of the nightmare (uh)

Cutting all the cables but the static is a snare

If I ever answer, then the devil gets the bill

I’m dialing out of the nightmare, standing still

(Staring at the wall, standing still)

Unlisted life, but the roots grow deep

The things I didn't say are the things I keep

Saw a silhouette move in the neighbor's yard

Now I’m checking every lock, now I’m breathing twice as hard

They don't need a number just to find my head

They just wait for the moment that I’m lying in my bed

Synchronized clock on the microwave plate

3:01 now... I’m a minute too late

I thought I was the one who was making the call

But I’m just another picture hanging on their wall (woo).

Block the sender, block the shame

But the blood in my veins still carries the name

Delete the history, clear the cache

But you can’t build a future on a pile of ash.

I’m dialing out of the nightmare

New number, new name, but I’m still right there

Every time it rings, I’m a child in the dark

Trying to keep the fire from a dying little spark

I’m dialing out of the nightmare (uh)

Cutting all the cables but the static is a snare

If I ever answer, then the devil gets the bill

I’m dialing out of the nightmare, standing still.

Signal strength: Zero.

Pulse rate: High.

Looking for a satellite in a pitch-black sky.

I’m "Out of Service."

I’m "Not in Range."

But I’m still the only thing that didn't really change.

(I didn't change.)

(Why didn't I change?)

The screen stayed dark all through the night

But I still didn't sleep, still waited for the light

Because the loudest call that I ever had to hear

Was the one coming from the man in the mirror

He knows the digits, he knows the code

He knows every turn on the "never-go" road

I can change the phone, I can change the SIM

But I’m never gonna block the call from him.

New number.

Same me.

Don't pick up.

Just let it ring.

Let it ring...

Let it...