You said you'd call me when you got home
You got home
The clock ticked, nothing
You said you'd call me when you got out of the shower
I heard the water stop, my phone stayed turned
I'm gonna start my period I don't got time for this
For your empty out promises And your goodnight kiss that I missed
My patience is a threat
And it's spraying at the seam
This isn't just a dream It's a low grade steady scream
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 out
I'm gonna start my period I don't got time for this
For your empty out promises And your goodnight kiss that I missed
My patience is a threat And it's spraying at the seam
This isn't just a dream It's a low grade steady scream
I don't got time I don't got time
I don't got time for this