Last text again
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- F# major
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 7.1s
- length
- 2:42
- language
- En
lyrics
Phone face down by the bowl of keys Your name still there on my screen with ease One missed call and a voice note I saved At 11:58, the room feels brave I wash one cup, I leave one spoon You type “you home?” like you know my mood Same little buzz when the day goes low Same last text, and I let it go Gold chain cool on my collarbone Small blue light in the dark alone You don’t stay long, but you don’t leave Right at the edge of sleep, you reach for me Last text again Last text again Last text again Last text again Red bowl rice and a fried plantain Your message lands and I’m back again Bus door shuts by the Kaneshie side I smile too much and I don’t hide it My shirt still warm from the Accra heat Your words come soft, then they tap my feet Every night you circle back to me Like 12:07 and a promise key Gold chain cool on my collarbone Small blue light in the dark alone You don’t stay long, but you don’t leave Right at the edge of sleep, you reach for me Last text again Last text again Last text again Last text again If the whole place sleeps, you’re still awake Thumb on the glass and the air you make One more line, then the day goes thin And I know you’ll be the one again Last text again Last text again Last text again Last text again