Dial Drunk

Album: Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever) (2023)
Charted: 32 25
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  • I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now
    But it's rainin' and I'm callin' drunk
    And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out
    So I ain't takin' any fault
    Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?
    I doubt it, forget about it, whatever
    And the dial tone is all I have

    I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
    In the name of someone I no longer know
    For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
    Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
    I don't like that when they threw me in the car
    I gave your name as my emergency phone call
    Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
    I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you
    I'll die

    Drinks pourin', couldn't stop it
    Turn another slow dance into a mosh pit
    Tuck my head, then I heard the lock, and
    Told them that my first car was a Crown Vic
    Talkin' 'bout last time I was in the back of a cop car, I fell in love
    And my face on the cold window, try to sober back up and loosen my cuffs
    And it's all the same anyway

    Mm, I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
    In the name of someone I no longer know
    For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
    Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
    I don't like that when they threw me in the car
    I gave your name as my emergency phone call
    Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
    I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you
    Well, I'd die for you

    I beg you, sir, just let me call
    I'll give you my blood alcohol
    I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
    I'll change my faith, I'll praise the flag
    Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back
    "Son, are you a danger to yourself?"
    Fuck that sir, just let me call
    I'll give you my blood alcohol
    I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
    I'll change my faith, I'll kiss the badge
    Just wait, I swear she'll call me back
    "Son, why do you do this to yourself?"
    And I said

    I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
    In the name of someone I no longer know
    For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
    Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
    I don't like that when they threw me in the car
    I gave your name as my emergency phone call
    Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
    I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you Writer/s: Austin Richard Post, Gabriel Edward Simon, Noah Isaac Levine, Noah Kahan
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 2

  • John from NjWhat he said above. And who drove him to drink?
  • J from Chicago"During the chorus, regret washes over him as he acknowledges the unsavory aspects of his past that contributed to the demise of their relationship. Kahan confesses his shame at the physical abuse he inflicted on her."

    Whoever wrote this analysis must be incredibly simple minded, as this verse does not represent him being physically abusive in the relationship. This means he is not proud of moments he fought for her or burnt bridges defending her. Presumably with people he cared about, only to end up losing her entirely to the degree he no longer even knows who she is, and keeping the shame of his past mistakes.
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