MUTED THE GROUP CHAT
Writes about the taxi home, never the club
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F# minor
- energy
- 0.76
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 7.2s
- length
- 2:35
- language
- En
lyrics
I muted the group chat in March and I never said a word Two hundred messages a day and every one of them was fine I'm still invited, still included, still the funniest one they've heard And I haven't read a message since the twelfth and I'm doing great Somebody's leaving drinks, somebody's flat, somebody's birthday thing I turn up, I'm incredible, I do the whole entire bit And I leave at half eleven and I don't remember anything And I open up the group chat and I look but don't commit I muted the group chat in March and I never said a word Two hundred messages a day and every one of them was fine I'm still invited, still included, still the funniest one they've heard And I haven't read a message since the twelfth and I'm doing great (mut-mut-muted) If I unmuted it tomorrow I'd have four thousand things to see And every single one of them is somebody who likes me I'm still invited, still included, still the funniest one they've heard And I haven't read a message since the twelfth and I'm doing great I muted the group chat in March and I never said a word Two hundred messages a day and every one of them was fine (mut—)