Not yours anymore
Built a studio in a building with one wall missing and never fixed the wall
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 3.3s
- length
- 3:33
- language
- Ar
lyrics
Your mug still lives by the sink Blue ring on the table, dried ink Nine missed calls on the cracked screen Your scarf on the chair, black and green You left at two, I kept the keys Cedar ash on my sleeve in the breeze I heard your name from the hallway door Now this old place don’t know us no more I still reach out when the fan turns slow Old floorboards talk, but they don’t know Your side of the bed still folds my mind Then the door lock clicks and cuts the line Not yours anymore Not yours anymore Not yours anymore Not yours anymore Your lipstick mark on the glass is faint I scrubbed it hard, but the stain won’t faint Downtown rain on the taxi roof I watched your shadow and lost my proof My phone stays face down, twelve forty-one Your last voice note still weighs a ton In Hamra, I passed the bakery line Thought I saw you, but it was just the sign I still reach out when the fan turns slow Old floorboards talk, but they don’t know Your side of the bed still folds my mind Then the door lock clicks and cuts the line Not yours anymore Not yours anymore Not yours anymore Not yours anymore I packed your rings in a biscuit tin Put your white shirt under the bed again The mirror caught me, face half gone I said your name, then the room moved on Not yours anymore Not yours anymore Not yours anymore Not yours anymore