Still here, still here
Trained seven years, debuted, left
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- C# major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 2.3s
- length
- 2:09
- language
- Ko
lyrics
The 7-Eleven hums at noon Your name is gone from our group chat I keep the fan on in my room And count the books I never packed The laundry dries on the balcony rail One yellow sock, one faded tee Your train left out at six-fifteen Mine stayed with the empty street The pool gate chains in the heat My bike leans by the curb I hear the ice truck pass the lane And say the thing I heard Still here, still here Still here, still here I stayed, I stayed Through the salt and glare At Mapo Station, the ad screens blink A class ring shines in the kiosk glass Your mother sold the folding chairs Our corner store ran out of gas The peach stand closed by the bridge Brown boxes lined the hallway floor I watered the basil on the sill And watched the blinds move once more Still here, still here Still here, still here I stayed, I stayed Through the salt and glare Now August leans on the window frame Sweat on the tiles, thin and slow Your seat at the table still fits the light But I let that August go Still here, still here Still here, still here Still here, still here I stayed, I stayed Through the salt and glare