Don't wash it
Chaos finds her and she surfs it; permanently sandy, permanently optimistic
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- C# major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.57
- vocal at
- 1.6s
- length
- 1:50
- 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