No call tonight
21, music student, recovering from burnout; quiet and hard to read offstage, larger than life on it
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.88
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 6.9s
- length
- 2:42
- language
- En
lyrics
Östersund snow on my sleeve Phone face-down by the kettle in the kitchen Kungsholmen posts in your feed My train card still warm from the tunnel on Lilla Vägen Nine seventeen, and the screen stays black Your last blue bubble just sits there flat I trace the rim of a chipped white mug And I hear my own breath in the cooling room No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight I folded your hoodie by the chair One sleeve still smelling like rain on the platform Back in the box by the stairs I kept your receipt from the café near Fridhemsplan Nine forty-two, and the room cuts blue I check for one ring, but it cuts through Your name in my hand like a closed door And the ice in my glass taps the table more No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight I heard the bus brake outside my block Counted the seconds till the clock ticked off No drama, just the screen went dim And the whole thing ended where it should've begun No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight No call tonight