Same old same old
Co-founder who surfs at dawn, journals every night, and has strong opinions about drops and transitions
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 5.4s
- length
- 4:37
- language
- En
lyrics
You walked in at eight-fifteen Same silver ring, same jeans By the ice machine, you laughed like then Same quick grin, same stare again Your keys still jingle in your hand Mine on the bar, still in the sand We said our names like thin old thread Nothing got lost, nothing got dead The cups were sweating on the tray Your tan line still knew where to stay I saw the years in the warped wood floor Then your laugh hit, and I knew before Same old same old Same old same old Same old same old Same old same old You leaned on the dock at nine-oh-two Blue nail polish, half worn through Same cracked watch, same crooked chain Same small lie, same old pain I bit my lip by the screen door light You said, “We’re fine,” with the same bite The tide kept pulling at the pier But you stood still like last year The cups were sweating on the tray Your tan line still knew where to stay I saw the years in the warped wood floor Then your laugh hit, and I knew before Same old same old Same old same old Same old same old Same old same old No new scars, no new lines Just the same salt, same signs We kept our shape in the dark And that was the hardest part Same old same old Same old same old Same old same old Same old same old