'Never Call Again' by Gavin Adcock – Lyrics & Meaning

With each new release, it's becoming more and more evident that few know their way around a breakup tune quite like Gavin Adcock.

In just a short amount of time, the 'Four Leaf Clover' hitmaker has gifted fans a healthy helping of party anthems and a fair few down-and-out ditties, but it's in the heartbroken hits, like the weepy 'A Cigarette' and the achey 'Loose Strings', where he truly shines.

His latest single, 'Never Call Again', joins the bunch, filling his already hit-riddled catalogue with one more number about fractured hearts and late night calls.

'Never Call Again' is all tearful steel and stuttering rhythms, the low-tempo arrangement providing the perfect backdrop for Adcock's wistful lyrics. The steady composition is far from thrilling, never really straying far from its sentimental strings and passive beat. However, it makes for one effective offering all the same.

"We got our ways honey
Lord knows that I stay stuck in mine
You drove away from me
Now I’m reaching for the phone at midnight"

'Never Call Again' opens on a dejected Adcock as he briefs listeners on a relationship's fated end. While it is unclear why ties were cut in the first place, the artist admits to being stuck in his ways, leading his significant other to flee.

Now, he's left with a broken heart in his chest, a fair amount of whiskey in his belly, and an outgoing call on his phone. It's not clear whether he's reaching out to reconcile the relationship or just find closure, but one thing is certain: he's on a mission to deal with the feelings that are plaguing him. Whatever the outcome may be.

"If I just quit hidin’ in the whiskey
If other women didn’t have your name
If I could rearrange a couple core memories
And turn ‘em all in to something that I hate
If your blue eyes
Didn’t burn like
A west Texas desert wind
If you’d just quit crossing my mind then maybe I might just never call again"

If he could just get his former lover off of his mind, he feels he wouldn't have to constantly call. According to him, if the very thought of her – her eyes, even her name – didn't stir up that aching feeling within him, he could stop reaching out. But alas, that is not the case here. The memory of her seems to be everywhere and in everything.

In the song, he fears making the promise to never call again, singing "Don’t shake my hand on it / Cause I might forget to let yours go." He knows "goodbye" is easier to say than to actually mean, doubling down with the lines: "Missin’ you just rose to the surface / I got a buzz and some pretty good service."

Like clockwork, after a drink and some time alone with his thoughts, he's ready to dial again.

"If I just quit hidin’ in the whiskey
If other women didn’t have your name
If I could rearrange a couple core memories
And turn ‘em all in to something that I hate
If your blue eyes
Didn’t burn like
A west Texas desert wind
If you’d just quit crossing my mind then maybe I might just never call again"

We got our ways honey
Lord knows that I stay stuck in mine
You drove away from me
Now I’m reaching for the phone at midnight

I’m just tryna be real with it
Let’s make a deal to deal with it

If I just quit hidin’ in the whiskey
If other women didn’t have your name
If I could rearrange a couple core memories
And turn ‘em all in to something that I hate
If your blue eyes
Didn’t burn like
A west texas desert wind
If you’d just quit crossing my mind then maybe I might just never call again

Don’t shake my hand on it
Cause I might forget to let yours go
But I’m gonna be honest
I wouldn’t be leavin’ a drunk message at the tone

If I just quit hidin’ in the whiskey
If other women didn’t have your name
If I could rearrange a couple core memories
And turn ‘em all in to something that I hate
If your blue eyes
Didn’t burn like
A west texas desert wind
If you’d just quit crossing my mind then maybe I might just never call again

Missin’ you just rose to the surface
I got a buzz and some pretty good service

If I just quit hidin’ in the whiskey
If other women didn’t have your name
If I could rearrange a couple core memories
And turn ‘em all in to something that I hate
If your blue eyes
Didn’t burn like
A west texas desert wind
If you’d just quit crossing my mind then maybe I might just never call again

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