M' Manc (con Geolier & Sfera Ebbasta)

Love is like a call that no one wants to hang up on. The conversation might have stalled between "that's it" and "I miss you," but my fingers still reach for the phone, as if not just the line, but also my heart, will freeze if I don't. Words get mixed up with breathing, and even anger sounds gentle when spoken in a half-asleep "brrr-brrr" in the early morning. There's a strange comfort in this backdrop of longing and cigarette smoke: it means your feelings are alive if it still hurts. Each chord is a reminder that you can miss someone loudly, with autotune and resentment, but still truly.