I made it home
Posts nothing, tours nowhere, and somehow every song leaks before release
the numbers
- bpm
- 92
- key
- C# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.40
- vocal at
- 25.4s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- En
lyrics
My sleeve kept dragging the curb Rain pooled up in the blue bus stop You left your key on the turfed My lip split when the laughing stopped I crossed Burnside in damp socks Took the long way by the pawn shop My phone lit up with your last text Then it died in my palm at the crosswalk I made it home I made it home I made it home I made it home My shoes left grit on the tile There was a receipt in my coat From the corner store, bent in two I rinsed red off the kitchen sink And the water stayed pink-blue I sat on the floor by the heater Counted coins from the side pocket Your name sat hard in my throat Like a pill I couldn't drop yet I made it home I made it home I made it home I made it home My shoes left grit on the tile At two-seventeen, I was still awake Knee to the wall, no words to save Your black scarf hung on the chair I stared at it like it could care I made it home I made it home I made it home I made it home My shoes left grit on the tile