MARIS - Voicemail

To Rate
intro
"i'm sorry, but the person you've called is not available."
"ugh"

verse 1
I walked to the deli 'cause i found a dollar
I picked up a red bull
I'm thinking of you
Do you miss me? do you miss your mother?
I'm just smoking
Alone on the roof
It's raining in the middle of august
Isn't that awesome?
It's wet on my shoes
I'm thinking of you

chorus
'cause i'm two steps from a midlife crisis
And my best wasn't worth the hype
And the subtext is that i'm on fire
My checks keep bouncing higher
Sorry i'm just rambling
Saying everything i think
Anyway, i love you, i was hoping you could give me a call

post-chorus
(call)
"i'm sorry, but the person you've called is not available."
("perfect")
"please leave a message a—"
"fuck"
verse 2
I don't wanna take another shower with my head between my knees
I don't wanna need nobody else if nobody is needing me
("hello?")
Hi, can you hear me? it's so good to hear you
Wait, can you see me?
My service is bad
I'm not busy, i guess that's my problem
I'm so depressed
Fuck, did i cut out again?
My service is bad

chorus
'cause i'm two steps from a midlife crisis
And my best wasn't worth the hype
And the subtext is that i'm on fire
My checks keep bouncing higher
Sorry i'm just rambling
Saying everything i think
Anyway, i love you, i was hoping you could give me a call

bridge
Give me a call
Give me a call, yeah-yeah
Give me a call
(ah-ah) 'cause i'm two steps from a midlife crisis (yeah)
And my best wasn't worth the hype
And the subtext is that i'm on fire (yeah)
(i'm on fire, and i'm on fire) woah
chorus
'cause i'm two steps from a midlife crisis
And my best wasn't worth the hype
And the subtext is that i'm on fire
My checks keep bouncing higher
Sorry i'm just rambling
Saying everything i think
I don't wanna bum you out, but i
"you know what? ugh, never mind"
Anyway, i love you, thanks for calling 'cause i missed you
Guess i'll see you when i see you, i'm just lonely so i gave you a call

outro
"after you finish your message, just hang up, or, to hear more options, please press '1'."

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MARIS

Maris (Born September 16, 2000) is a singer/songwriter from Missoula, Montana who rose to fame after winning Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox Search competition in 2017.

In November 2017 Maris also auditioned for American Idol, an American talent show for unsigned artists.

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[a] professional Drama Queen™ that writes about hurt feelings, concepts and characters made inside [her] own and occasionally other people’s brain(s).