Why would you say you were gonna call me when you
get home and you never called me when you got home
So you say you were gonna call me when you get out the
shower you never call me when you get out the shower
I'm finna start my period I don't got time for this
I don't
I don't
home
you got home
the clock tick nothing you said you'd call me when you got out of the
shower I heard the water stop my phone stayed dark
I'm gonna start my period I don't got
time for this for your empty I promise this and
your goodnight kiss that I missed my patience
is a threat and it's fraying ain't the same
this isn't just a dream it's a low-grade steady
scribe
It's not about the phone call not really not the shower
it's about the space between your word
and your power it's about the tiny void
you leave for me to fill in with my
doubt while my body's screaming at me
from the inside I'm gonna start my period I don't
got time for this for your empty I promise this
and your goodnight kiss that I missed my patience
is a threat and it's fraying ain't the same
this isn't just a dream it's a low-grade steady scribe
I don't got time I don't got time I don't got time for this