I stayed in town
Negotiated her own record deal at twenty-two and reads contracts for fun
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 7.9s
- length
- 2:35
- language
- En
lyrics
June 12, fan on low, Your chair still marks the door. Box fan pushin' dishpan air, I mop the floor by four. MARTA bus hums past the curb, Blue bags wait by the sink. I eat peaches from a knife, You left the city think. At seven-thirty, I lock it tight, Pine-Sol shine on the tile. Your name still sits in the voicemail light, But the block gone quiet a while. I stayed in town I stayed in town I stayed in town I stayed in town August heat on my forearms, Sweat rings on the thrift store dress. Your old ashtray on the sill, Full of change and cigarette mess. I hear Kroger carts outside, And the ice man turn at noon. You sent one photo from the coast, I washed my hair in the tub too soon. I stayed in town I stayed in town I stayed in town I stayed in town Now the phone dies at half past nine, And the window sticks from rain. I leave the porch light on for me, Not to call you back again. I stayed in town I stayed in town I stayed in town I stayed in town