Nova And Sophia
Stanford ML student, cheerleader, surfer, and a whole second life nobody on campus knows about
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.62
- vocal at
- 2.1s
- length
- 3:07
- language
- En
lyrics
(instrumental) Nova sends business advice at midnight, unprompted, in bullet points Sophia sends nothing and tells Nova she is worried about me Neither of them has ever asked me directly, not once (not once, not once) Three sisters and a communication system with a single point of failure The single point of failure is Nova (is Nova) And Nova is extremely bad at editing Nova and Sophia (Nova, Sophia) Two women running a surveillance operation out of love Nova and Sophia And I have never once told either of them to stop They know about the other job. Both of them. For two years. Nova found out and told Sophia, obviously, within an hour And then they said nothing to me for two entire years (two years!) Waiting. Being ready. Not pushing. Which is the most Cruz thing possible. Sophia messaged me in March. Directly. First time. Four words: "we love you, idiot". That's the whole intervention. That's the family style. (BUILD, DROP) Nova and Sophia (Nova, Sophia) Two women running a surveillance operation out of love Nova and Sophia And I have never once told either of them to stop (we love you, idiot...)
