Save that voicemail
Trained seven years, debuted, left
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- F# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 8.3s
- length
- 2:10
- language
- Ko
lyrics
I kept your voicemail on my phone Under my case, by the train receipt Your laugh plays low, all by itself At 6:17, in a yellow seat I saw your name on the cracked screen Next to a smudge from my ring I should delete it, but I don’t It still feels like a living thing The message ends, but I don’t move Thumb on the glass, heart in my throat I hear your breath in the tiny pause And the words you left me afloat Save that voicemail Save that voicemail Save that voicemail Save that voicemail Your old umbrella leans by the door Handle bent from the bus stop rain I tap play once, then play it twice Just to hear you say my name I fold your note with the grocery list Milk, green apples, one more pen Now the room feels small and neat Like you were here and gone again Save that voicemail Save that voicemail Save that voicemail Save that voicemail If I can’t keep your hand in mine I’ll keep the sound you left behind One bright beep in a quiet room A little proof you were once mine Save that voicemail Save that voicemail Save that voicemail Save that voicemail