Still at the door
Negotiated her own record deal at twenty-two and reads contracts for fun
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 5.0s
- length
- 2:36
- language
- En
lyrics
You came in late with that red leather bag Same silver watch, same chipped black tag I wore that peach dress from Lenox in May You said, “You still look good,” like time slipped away Marta’s got a ring, but she still bites her lip Troy still laughs too loud when the ice cubes hit Your hand on my back felt exactly the same And that’s when I knew none of us changed Still at the door Still at the door Still at the door Still at the door Same dent in the table, same stains in the glass Same tired little stories that never move past Your cologne hit first when you crossed that floor I knew your old ways before you said more Marta’s got a ring, but she still bites her lip Troy still laughs too loud when the ice cubes hit Your hand on my back felt exactly the same And that’s when I knew none of us changed Still at the door Still at the door Still at the door Still at the door Your phone lit up blue by the bread and the keys My name on your tongue like it always would be We smiled for a second, then looked away Same old hurt in a brand new day Still at the door Still at the door Still at the door Still at the door