NINETEEN DRAFTS
Answers every question with the word fine and wrote an album to explain why
vex on it
the runHonest use case: people who have overthought communication with an ex and never pressed send
Exhibit: “I send you nothing, and it lasts”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- E major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 0.4s
- length
- 1:49
- words
- 150
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “drafts” ×14 · “still” ×9 · “delete” ×7
lyrics
(keyboard clicks, then delete, delete) Cracked screen glowing on my face Your contact's still in second place I type it out, I hit delete Nineteen drafts of incomplete (delete, delete) I got pride like a paywall (paywall) Can't afford the words at all You're still in my drafts, still in my drafts Whole paragraphs of shoulda-asked You're still in my drafts, still in my drafts I send you nothing, and it lasts (drafts, drafts) Your hoodie's in my bottom drawer Smells like the me I was before I heard you're doing really good Typed out congrats — deleted — understood (understood) Nineteen drafts, one common thread Every single one just said — (I'm sorry, I'm sorry) You're still in my drafts, still in my drafts Whole paragraphs of shoulda-asked You're still in my drafts, still in my drafts I send you nothing, and it lasts (drafts, drafts) (delete... delete... send? ...no.)