Page 558 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Don’t even know why I’m callin’. You’re not pickin’ up.

I went by the penthouse.

I needed to see if you were there.

You’re not.

[pause]

And now I’m sittin’ in my car like a dumbass, ‘cause I don’t know where to go—I mean me. I don’t know where I go now. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go to work, come home, sleep, wake up, do it again, take care of every goddamn person like this is normal.

It’s not normal. Nothin’s normal.

I’m sick of bein’ everybody’s something.

I only wanted to be everything to you.

All I fuckin’ want. Shoulda told you that.

I don’t know, maybe not.

Maybe it wouldn’t have been enough.

[exhales]

And then now my house feels wrong.

Your place feels wrong.

I got no-fuckin’-where to land.

[pause]

I’m not askin’ you to fix that. Ain’t your fault. I’m not tryna make you feel guilty for nothin’. I’m not askin’ you to come back ‘cause I can’t handle my shit. I just needed to say all this somewhere.

[pause]

I need you safe. I need you to be okay. Right now, I need you to be layin’ in a warm bed watchin’ your stupid serial killer shows and not with an actual serial killer, okay?

And I—I just fuckin’ need you.

// ANDREW (VOICEMAIL) 01/04/25

04:12 AM

Hey,

it's—uh—the guy who can’t take a fuckin’ hint.

[deep, tired breath]

Don't know if you're listening to these,

so I'm gonna pretend you are.

I heard Aerosmith today. ‘Amazing.’ Down by Washington Square.

I stopped and stood there like a fuckin’ idiot, ‘cause I swear t’God, for a second, I thought I’d turn around and you’d be standin’ there… Like in the movies.