No more scrollin'
Former church organist
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.81
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 3.5s
- length
- 3:34
- language
- En
lyrics
At six fifteen, the screen went dark My thumb stayed still above the glass Your face was just a clipped-out spark Then I locked the phone and let it pass I stood by the sink with a chipped white cup Water ran cold, then the kettle hissed My hand went to check, then I gave it up That little pull in me got missed No more scrollin' No more scrollin' No more scrollin' No more scrollin' I put the phone face down On Woodward, rain kept tapping in lines Bus doors folded with a metal groan I saw your name in the edge of signs Then I let it blur and rode alone Lunch truck steam and a paper plate Grease on my sleeve, I wiped it slow I reached for the app, then I held that weight And let your shadow go No more scrollin' No more scrollin' No more scrollin' No more scrollin' I put the phone face down Now the laundromat hums like a prayer wall low Change machine clanks, quarter by quarter I don't need to know where your small hours go My hands stay clean in the dry, hard water No more scrollin' No more scrollin' No more scrollin' No more scrollin' I put the phone face down
