Second ring, second ring
Wrote her first album in a car outside her ex-best-friend's house
the numbers
- bpm
- 152
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 17.9s
- length
- 2:16
- language
- En
lyrics
3:07, thumb on glass My room smells like dry shampoo and gas One cracked charger, one cracked lip You pick up fast, you never miss Purple sheets and a busted fan Face in the glow of my left hand Half-awake, but you still get it You say my name like you already know it I don’t need a speech I need your breath I’m in the backseat Of my own mess Second ring, second ring Second ring, second ring You answer, you answer You answer on the second ring Wet shoes by the apartment door Mascara line on the bathroom floor I drop my keys in the cereal bowl You ask one thing and you take control You say, “Talk slow, I’m here” I say, “Don’t laugh, I’m near tears” You know my face through the static crack You know the road when I can’t look back Second ring, second ring Second ring, second ring You answer, you answer You answer on the second ring Sunrise leaking through the blinds I’m still shaking, you’re still fine Cold fries in a paper bag You made me eat, then you made me laugh Second ring, second ring Second ring, second ring You answer, you answer You answer on the second ring
