No more refresh
Works the door at a club they refuse to name and writes on the night bus home
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.76
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.48
- vocal at
- 6.7s
- length
- 3:04
- language
- Ge
lyrics
At 8:14, I woke up alone Phone face down on the blue IKEA chair Your name was there, but I let it stay home Thumb on the glass, then I left it there One more pull at the screen Then I missed the old sting Empty tray by the sink I chose the quiet thing No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh I put the phone on mute And watched my train roll through U8 platform, wet boots on tile Spilled oat milk on my sleeve at noon I opened the app, then I smiled a while Closed it before the second tune One more pull at the screen Then I missed the old sting Empty tray by the sink I chose the quiet thing No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh I left the screen on dark And kept my hands on my cart Midnight in Neukölln, one red receipt I let it fade under my thumb No shock in my chest, just a steady beat The old habit finally went numb No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh Berlin kept moving on And I moved with it too