Chamada Não Atendida
Bárbara Tinoco
Missed Call
Yes, it's really me calling you
I know we set rules
And I'm no longer part
Of your emergency contacts
You need someone to save you
From my name on the screen
My voice sounds in you
Like an alarm
It all ended so sad
And the blame I put on you
Today I think to myself
Why did you insist
But it was never happy either
If I knew you loved
Only when I said goodbye
I would have done like you
I would have slammed all the doors
And woe to anyone who stopped me
You hated loose clothes
And the tops I didn't wear
I wasn't even a feminist anymore
You were jealous of the songs
And I thrown to the lions
To you, I wasn't even an artist
You didn't say you loved me
Never with those words
And me, a poet
I must be a masochist
Pessimistic to friends
Just another on your list
Missed call
I must be a masochist
Missed call
Just another on your list
You speak well of me to everyone
And I, I should do the same
But I'm not good at lying
Or keeping secrets
I believe it must be annoying
The photos I've posted
And the girls you sleep with
Singing my songs in the room
Missed call
Let's be that for each other
I gave you a year of my life
I hope you give the next one
You hated loose clothes
And the tops I didn't wear
I wasn't even a feminist anymore
You were jealous of the songs
And I thrown to the lions
To you, I wasn't even an artist
You didn't say you loved me
Never with those words
And me, a poet
I must be a masochist
Pessimistic to friends
Just another on your list
Missed call
I must be a masochist
Missed call
Just another on your list
