Second ring, second ring
Called Ivy at school and something else at home, and both are on the passport
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 7.8s
- length
- 2:09
- language
- En
lyrics
My phone face-down on the quilt Till the screen blooms blue on the floor One ring, then your name in the guilt You answer soft, like you've been here before It's three in the morning, Kendall to Brickell My hair in a knot and my shoes by the door You say, "Talk to me now," And I do, like I can't keep it in anymore Second ring, second ring You pick up, you pick up Second ring, second ring You pick up, you pick up My cup from La Carreta is cold Your voice cuts through all that rain I sit by the sink in my gold And spill every messy thing again It's three in the morning, the A.C. is rattling My thumb on the screen with my heart on the line You don't make me wait You make a small world feel fine Second ring, second ring You pick up, you pick up Second ring, second ring You pick up, you pick up If I call with mascara on my cheek If I call from the bathroom floor You don't let it go to a beep You are already there at the door Second ring, second ring You pick up, you pick up Second ring, second ring You pick up, you pick up