I left it there
Writes anti-love songs in a film industry that only commissions love songs
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 6.5s
- length
- 3:43
- language
- Ta
lyrics
Your jacket hangs on the chair, still damp Blue thread catching the fan’s slow sweep I folded the rest, but I left that one By the steel tumbler, above the sink At seven, I passed it once again At ten, I touched the sleeve and stepped away The soap suds dried on the plate by noon I let the collar keep its shape I left it there I left it there I left it there I left it there The pockets hold one bus ticket stub And a mall receipt from last week’s rain I could’ve scrubbed it, but I didn’t I watched the clock over the kitchen flame At seven, I passed it once again At ten, I touched the sleeve and stepped away The soap suds dried on the plate by noon I let the collar keep its shape I left it there I left it there I left it there I left it there Now it smells like the room at dusk Like sandal paste and window dust If you ask why the chair stays dressed I’ll say it plain: I wanted this I left it there I left it there I left it there I left it there