Same last text
Still plays the eighty-dollar guitar he bought at nineteen and refuses better ones
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 5.1s
- length
- 3:41
- language
- En
lyrics
I got a cracked phone face on the nightstand glow Ten forty-seven, your name still low Half a glass of rye by the TV guide Blue mailbox key and my boots by the side I let the screen go dark, then it lights up again Same three words from you rollin' in My thumb gets steady, my heart gets slow Every night you land where the cold wind blows Same last text Same last text Same last text Same last text From a Sixth Street bar to my apartment door I can smell fried onions from the place next door Phone face down, then it buzzes on the wood Your name fills the room like I knew it would Same last text Same last text Same last text Same last text Dallas clock blinking on the microwave I read your words like a thing I saved Curtain half-drawn, ashtray clean and dry I wait by the bed for that one more goodnight Same last text Same last text Same last text Same last text