I keep the photo
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 12.6s
- length
- 3:15
- language
- Sp
lyrics
In my San Antonio kitchen, by the chipped white sink Your face on my screen, and it makes me think I tried to delete it at 12:14 But my thumb froze up, like it knew what I seen The blue plastic case cracked at the edge One bad little photo, and I still don’t rest It sits in my phone like a folded-up note Too small to burn, too sharp to let go I scroll past fast, then I scroll back slow Hands on the phone, but I won’t let it show If I lock that screen, it still stays there One little frame in the afternoon air I keep the photo I keep the photo I keep the photo I keep the photo Can’t delete your face Can’t look too long By the H-E-B lot, with the cart in my hand I see that same smile from a late-night stand Your old black boots, my red nail gloss That tiny grain line and the way I got lost I moved to the drawer by the spare room key Then back to my phone when it got too quiet for me I act real tough, but the truth comes through One little picture still knows what to do I keep the photo I keep the photo I keep the photo I keep the photo Can’t delete your face Can’t look too long I put the phone face down by the stove Count to ten, then I lose control If I swipe left, I feel you stay If I hold still, you don’t go away I keep the photo I keep the photo I keep the photo I keep the photo Can’t delete your face Can’t look too long