I stopped checking
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
the numbers
- bpm
- 86
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 6.8s
- length
- 4:22
- language
- En
lyrics
I left the phone face down by the sink At seven-ten with the coffee cold Your photo sat there like a dare I washed two plates and let it go By the bus depot, noon hung low Grease on my hands from the wheelhouse door I reached for you out of habit, then My thumb just missed the screen once more I stopped checking I stopped checking I stopped checking I stopped checking And the floor stayed still And the room stayed mine At Trader Joe's with a paper bag I bought green beans and a jar of jam Saw your old jacket in my closet box Left it there by the hockey mask On Donelson Pike, the rain came hard Wipers kept time on a cracked windshield I pulled to the curb, let the engine tick And your little blue dot never sealed I stopped checking I stopped checking I stopped checking I stopped checking And the floor stayed still And the room stayed mine Last Tuesday night at the bowling alley I laughed with Ray by the soda case Your name came up, then slipped away Like a dime gone dark in a folding tray I stopped checking I stopped checking I stopped checking I stopped checking And the floor stayed still And the room stayed mine
