Same name, same name
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 2.4s
- length
- 2:58
- language
- Sp
lyrics
San Antonio night, I lock the deadbolt slow My boots by the door, your name still glows Check my screen by the fan, blue light on my hands Same last text, same time, same old plans Twelve thirteen, the house goes still Your little typing bubble bends my will I tell myself I should let it lie Then that thumbprint finds me every time Same name, same name Same name, same name Last text of the night Same name, same name Taquería cup, cold ice, half full Your message lands soft, then it pulls I’m on Culebra Drive, windows down low You say one more line, and I already know Twelve forty-two, the porch light hums I say “not tonight,” then your call comes I keep my pride in a folded chain But your last text always knows my name Same name, same name Same name, same name Last text of the night Same name, same name Gas in the tank, receipt in the dash Red clay on my boots from the parking lot splash I could leave you on read, let midnight pass But your last little ping still cuts straight back Same name, same name Same name, same name Last text of the night Same name, same name
