YOUR DIAL TONE SOUNDS LIKE HOME // SkagBoi × VoidSkull

[Intro - hazy synth, vinyl crackle, distant phone static] [low male hum] Mm... Funny how silence learns your name. [Verse 1 - intimate, low autotune] I kept your number under a dead name, like that could make the memory behave. Two in the morning, one bad day, my thumb still hovering over your name. Then your voice came through the speaker, soft enough to make the damage blur. For a second I forgot the reasons, then goodbye made every reason hurt. [Pre-Chorus - drums thin out] Don't say you miss me if you only mean tonight. Don't pull me closer just to disappear by daylight. [Chorus - wide dream-pop lift] Your dial tone still sounds like home, that's the part I hate the most. Every time I let you go, one little ring wakes up the ghost. You turn my silence into smoke, leave me talking to the cold. I know your love is bad for me, but your dial tone still sounds like home. [Post-Chorus - chopped vocal trail] Home... home... [pitched-down] Still sounds like home. [Verse 2 - faster dark cloud-rap flow] Tuesday rain on the bus-stop glass, blue phone light and a shadow from the past. I wore my damage like jewelry, made every bad night look good on me. Blamed the timing, blamed the town, blamed every chemical dragging me down. But we built this room with the exits closed, then acted surprised when we couldn't let go. You say, "come over," I know that script, half of me runs and the other half slips. I don't need another night for proof, we make a beautiful mess out of ugly truth. [Pre-Chorus 2 - whispered answers] [Lead] Don't say forever— [Whisper] You mean until morning. [Lead] Don't call it love— [Whisper] If love keeps warning. [Chorus 2 - wider, more urgent] Your dial tone still sounds like home, that's the part I hate the most. Every time I let you go, one little ring wakes up the ghost. You turn my silence into smoke, leave me talking to the cold. I know your love is bad for me, but your dial tone still sounds like home. [Breakdown - almost dry vocal, piano ghost] I loved you like an emergency. You loved me like somewhere to leave. Maybe we weren't meant to save each other. Maybe surviving means not answering. [one-beat silence] [Final Chorus - huge cinematic dream-pop, stacked vocals] Your dial tone doesn't sound like home, not the way it did before. I can hear the empty in it now, I don't have to open every door. Keep the static, keep the smoke, keep the promises we broke. I can miss you and still let you go— your dial tone doesn't sound like home. [Final Post-Chorus - high harmony + low octave] Doesn't sound like home. Doesn't pull me close. I can hear you fading out, and for once... I let it go. [Outro - vinyl crackle, phone disconnect click] [whisper] No signal. Good.