Never had it, never had it
Produces in a laundry room and has never played live
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.61
- vocal at
- 1.9s
- length
- 2:42
- language
- Sw
lyrics
Weeks on the tram, words in my teeth Red pen on paper, folded in three By the sink at dawn, I paced the tile Made your face in the glass, then froze for a while I had the lines, each one in place Cardboard calm on my face My thumb went white on the kitchen chair But you walked in, and I just stared Never had it, never had it Never had it, never had it Never had it, never had it Never had it, never had it Kronan bags by the door, keys in my palm The heavy thing left of my planned-out calm I saved your texts in a blue-lit screen Then swallowed each bite at the table at three Weeks of heat in a sealed-up chest Names and endings I would confess You set down your cup, looked past my hair And the whole damn script vanished there Never had it, never had it Never had it, never had it Never had it, never had it Never had it, never had it Now the pages live in the bin Coffee-ringed edges, bent at the skin I still hear the first word I chose Then the kettle clicked, and it closed Never had it, never had it Never had it, never had it Never had it, never had it Never had it, never had it