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Emma Robinson

Don't wash it

Chaos finds her and she surfs it; permanently sandy, permanently optimistic

the numbers

bpm
112
key
C major
energy
0.69
dance
0.95
valence
0.55
vocal at
1.4s
length
1:47
language
En

lyrics

Your jacket's on the chair by the sink

Blue denim sleeves, salt at the cuff

I tossed my hoodie in the laundry room

But yours stayed there, and that's enough

I keep passing it on the way out

Fingers on the zipper, then I stop

There's sand in the pocket from Newport

And your gum wrapper folded up

Don't wash it

Don't wash it

Don't wash it

Don't wash it

It smells like sunscreen and your cologne

Like boardwalk fries and a late bus ride

I hung my towel on the back patio

Left yours crumpled in the chair inside

My mom said, "Girl, throw it in a load"

I said, "Not tonight, not that one"

There's a scuff on the pocket by the seam

And a faded hotel room key chain done

Don't wash it

Don't wash it

Don't wash it

Don't wash it

I know the stain by the right cuff

I know the chip on the button too

If I scrub it clean, it won't be us

Just a blank shirt missing you

Don't wash it

Don't wash it

Don't wash it

Don't wash it