I kept your voicemail
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 2.6s
- length
- 3:26
- language
- Sp
lyrics
You left your boots by the laundry door I keep your voicemail in my mint green case Your last two words still drag across the floor I play them back and stare at your face It rings in my hand at two fifteen From that cheap old phone by the sink You said, "I'm gone," so plain, so clean But I still press play when I can't think I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail Don't make me delete it Don't make me delete it Your San Antonio number still lights up blue On the cracked screen by the coffee can lid I fold your old receipt from Whataburger too Like it might say where you went and hid The area code still sits like a mark On the back of my phone case, worn and thin I hit replay when the room gets dark Then let your voice pull me back in I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail Don't make me delete it Don't make me delete it You moved out west with a box and a plan Left me your name in a tiny sound Now every time that green light spins again I hold my breath till the call runs down I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail Don't make me delete it Don't make me delete it
