Yeah, Toronto, twoam, penthouse quiet, phone in hand, you'd think by now I'd know better, you'd think by now, yeah

It's twoam and I'm sober, that's the dangerous part, cause when I'm sober I'm honest and honest men fall apart

I got a view of this city, 42 floors up high, I got everything that I prayed for

Still don't know the reason why I'm scrolling through our old messages like it's some kind of cure

Reading words from a different me, back when things were pure

Six months of silence between us, told myself I was grown, told the world that I moved on

But the world don't sleep alone, I got a driver downstairs, got a jet on standby

Got a room full of people who don't even know my middle name

It's funny how you get to the top and realize the only person you wanna call is the one you can't explain

So I'm typing and deleting, typing and deleting, three dots appear then disappear like you're breathing

I put the phone face down, pick it up, put it down again, it's twoam and I'm sober

And I'm thinking about you then

I know I shouldn't call, but these penthouse walls don't talk

And the city lights below, don't know the places that I've lost

Yeah I know I shouldn't call, I know I'm doing fine

But it's sober twoam and I keep running out alive

I did the interview yesterday, smiled the whole time

They asked me about my process and I gave them the headlines

Nobody asked what it cost you, nobody asked what you lose

When you trade in an ordinary life for the life that you choose

You told me once I get famous and forget what was real

I laughed it off in the moment, now I know how you feel

I got a Grammy on the shelf next to stuff that don't matter

I got a world full of strangers addicted to my chapters

But none of them were there on the night that I needed someone most

And none of them know the version of me I miss the most

We used to eat at that spot on Bloor Street, nothing fancy just us

You steal my fries and I complain but I never made a fuss

I give back every sold out show to sit across from you again

Order something we can't afford and pretend it's twoam

But a different twoam, one where I wasn't scared to stay

One where being vulnerable didn't feel like giving something away

I know I shouldn't call, but these penthouse walls don't talk

And the city lights below, don't know the places that I've lost

Yeah I know I shouldn't call, I know I'm doing fine

But it's sober twoam and I keep running out, I don't wanna lie

And I know what you say if you picked up right now

You say Aubrey you good, not even asking how

You always called me Aubrey when the Drake thing got too loud

You saw through every version of me and you still stuck around

Till I made it impossible, gave you reasons to doubt

Kept one foot in the door and one foot back out

Success is a language that loneliness speaks

It sounds loud in the daytime but it echoes for weeks

Weeks of silence turn to months, months start feeling like years

And now I'm 42 floors up, too proud to show tears

But pride don't keep you warm, pride don't know your name

Pride is just a story that I tell to kill the pain

So maybe this is therapy, maybe this is a song

Maybe I'll drop it in the fall and you'll know all along

That the man on the billboards wasn't handling it fine

That the twoam text you never got was written every time

I heard you saw the shows, heard you streamed the last tape

Heard you told a mutual friend that you thought it was great

And I sat with that information like a man with no moves

Six months of silence and somehow you still know how to choose

The right words to reach me through second hand conversation

You're generous like that, even after all the devastation

I sent a hundred thousand to a cause you cared about

Anonymous of course, couldn't let my ego out

Told myself it wasn't for you, told myself I was good

But we both know the real reason, even if it's misunderstood

Somewhere in the city you're asleep right now I guess

Or maybe you're awake too, dealing with your own mess

Maybe we're both reaching for a phone we won't pick up

Both holding conversations in our heads instead of us

I could call right now, I could break this whole thing open

I could be the man who says it, instead of leaving it unspoken

But the sun's starting to rise now, softening the sky

And the version of me that dials your number only lies at night

I know I shouldn't call, but these penthouse walls don't talk

And the city lights below, don't know the places that I've lost

Yeah I know I shouldn't call, I know I'm doing fine

But it's sober twoam and I keep running out of lies

Running out of lies, running out of lies

I didn't call, I wrote a song instead

I hope you hear it, I hope you don't

Toronto twoam