Can't delete it, can't delete it
Called Ivy at school and something else at home, and both are on the passport
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 6.3s
- length
- 2:28
- language
- En
lyrics
I found you by the coupon stack, tucked in the spoon drawer Your face in a blue beach light, leaning by the shore I swipe left once, then stop there, with the screen still bright My thumb hangs over delete, then falls back every night I turn the phone face down Then pick it back up slow Your shirt was red in that shot And I still know that code Can't delete it, can't delete it Can't delete it, can't delete it I know your grin by heart Can't delete it, can't delete it At ninety-two on Biscayne, the rain hit the windshield You laughed with a paper cup, red rims on the real deal Now the album sits on top, by my passport and keys I can’t look one more second, but I can't set it free I turn the phone face down Then pick it back up slow Your shirt was red in that shot And I still know that code Can't delete it, can't delete it Can't delete it, can't delete it I know your grin by heart Can't delete it, can't delete it At the sink, the ice melts fast I breathe in, let it pass One tap, then I back away Like it might say my name Can't delete it, can't delete it Can't delete it, can't delete it I know your grin by heart Can't delete it, can't delete it