Belongs to the breakup
Refuses the industry's older-brother hierarchy and has paid for it in bookings
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 4.7s
- length
- 2:28
- language
- Ko
lyrics
Your hoodie on my chair, still smells like rain and soap Two cups in the sink, one rim, one cracked glass coat I found your train card, tucked in my gray coat Now the room keeps score, like it knows what you wrote You left at Gomo Station, 7:18 train I watched the platform blur through a dirty window pane My phone face-down all night, still lit by your name Now the hook in my head don't sing the same On Seomun Road, I drive slow in the dark Your seat belt lock clicks once, then it hits my heart I turn the key, but the whole car feels parked One song used to be yours, now it tears me apart Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Your red hair tie by the sink, beside a fork Receipt from the chicken place, split bills, cold pork I fold your old note in half, then I work But every little chorus line comes back to hurt At 2:09, I replay that night You said, "Leave the light on," then you stepped outside Now my bassline walks alone through the tire-marked drive And the song in my mouth ain't mine tonight Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup I keep your scarf in the top drawer, neat Next to one old lighter and a receipt from the street If I press play now, it don't feel complete Just my voice in the room, and your seat stays empty Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup Belongs to the breakup