One more ping
Was in a band that got famous for one song and left before the second album without explaining
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- C minor
- energy
- 0.78
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.41
- vocal at
- 13.4s
- length
- 2:37
- language
- En
lyrics
11:48 on my screen Your name sits there, green and mean Bathurst window, takeout box Cold noodles, plastic forks, dead clocks My thumb hovers, then backs away You always know what to say Same old buzz in the dark room Last text hits like perfume I leave it on read till it stings Then your message starts to ring One more line, one more lie And the whole night folds up inside One more ping One more ping One more ping One more ping Same name, same sting Same name, same sting One more ping One more ping Spadina bus shakes the glass I watch your bubble come and pass Grey scarf, wet hair, midnight rain Your words land soft, then break my frame I say I’m done, I say goodnight But your typing dots turn on the light Every time I swear I’ve won Your last text comes with the sun One more ping One more ping One more ping One more ping Same name, same sting Same name, same sting One more ping One more ping I mute the sound, I lock the door Put my phone face-down on the floor But at 12:01, there you are A little blue bruise, a perfect scar One more ping One more ping One more ping One more ping Same name, same sting Same name, same sting One more ping One more ping