Still the same
Records everything twice and mixes both takes on top of each other on purpose
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- G# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 6.5s
- length
- 3:22
- language
- En
lyrics
You brought the same blue cup to the booth Same chipped nail polish, same old truth I wore the coat I found in July You laughed the way you did in ninth and I We stood by the tray of orange slices Checked our phones, fixed our collars, our faces Every old joke came back in line Like the clock on the wall never learned new time Still the same Still the same Still the same Still the same And that’s the part that hurts Your keys still bite the same denim pouch My name tag folded in your kitchen drawer You asked about work, then stared at the floor Same bad timing, same spilled-out doubt Still the same Still the same Still the same Still the same And that’s the part that hurts At the vending machine, we let it hang Two paper cups, one cracked plastic straw No one said change, no one said enough We just watched the ice melt down the sides Still the same Still the same Still the same Still the same And that’s the part that hurts