I kept your voicemail
Called Ivy at school and something else at home, and both are on the passport
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 3.5s
- length
- 3:12
- language
- En
lyrics
I saved your voicemail at the laundromat Blue T-shirt, penny tray, and a cracked phone mat You said your new apartment has a view of the bay I stood by the dryer and let it play Your voice came through with that half-second hiss Over the spin cycle, I kept every twist Now my screen still glows in the dark by the bed And I tap that old message like a prayer I never said You said, “I’m here,” then the line went thin Key in the bowl, rain on the tin I press replay when the day runs long Your little goodbye keeps holding on I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail Still got your number Still got your name Still got the message Playing the same At Hialeah Market, I bought plantains and lime Heard your laugh in my head by the checkout line You moved two states up with a cardboard frame But the same old date still lights your name I charge my phone by the bathroom sink Watch that green bar rise, then I start to think About your suitcase zipper and the cab door slam And the last little pause before you said, “I can” You said, “I’m here,” then the line went thin Key in the bowl, rain on the tin I press replay when the day runs long Your little goodbye keeps holding on I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail Still got your number Still got your name Still got the message Playing the same Maybe one day you’ll call from a train Maybe I’ll hear that voice again But tonight it’s the screen and the blue-lit room And your last soft words in my hand-shaped tomb I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail I kept your voicemail Still got your number Still got your name Still got the message Playing the same