Can't swipe it away
Sang at resort hotels for six summers and learned exactly what makes a crowd move
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F# major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.65
- vocal at
- 2.0s
- length
- 3:22
- language
- Ro
lyrics
On my phone at two-fifteen, your face is cracked in blue and green. Thumb on glass, I freeze in place, the trash icon waits, I lose the race. I tilt it down by the sink, but the screen still finds me, I think. Old date stamp, sharp and small, your shirt by the kitchen wall. Can't swipe it away Can't swipe it away Can't swipe it away Can't swipe it away It stays in my hand Like salt on my skin In the tram by Piața Romană, I see that print in my rear camera. A white table, a half-cut cake, your left hand caught in the frame I shake. I tap, I hold, I try to hide, but it opens up from the inside. Black case, cracked edge, thumbprint stain, the same small wound, the same long rain. Can't swipe it away Can't swipe it away Can't swipe it away Can't swipe it away It stays in my hand Like salt on my skin At midnight, by the charger light, I put it face-down, out of sight. But when the lock screen wakes again, your laugh hits hard, and then, and then— Can't swipe it away Can't swipe it away Can't swipe it away Can't swipe it away It stays in my hand Like salt on my skin