This song, this song

the numbers

bpm

152

key

C# major

energy

0.71

dance

0.95

valence

0.55

vocal at

2.1s

length

2:56

language

En

lyrics

Your hoodie’s still on my chair

Gray cuffs, sleep-kinked and worn

I found your gum by the stairs

Two left shoes by the phone

You left your keys in the bowl

Next to my chipped pink mug

Now every room feels cold

Like it knows what we were

I scrub the sink at noon

Still hear your laugh in the tiles

Your name hangs on the broom

I bite my tongue and smile

This song, this song

This song, this song

It was yours first

Now it hurts

This song, this song

This song, this song

You took the tune

And you left the bruise

At the 2nd Street stop by the mall

I saw your black sedan roll by

I wore that red tank top

You liked when I’d catch your eye

Now my phone screen cracks at the edge

Like the CD from your glove box seat

I keep skipping that old bridge

Where you used to tap your feet

I fold your shirt in two

Then throw it back in the drawer

My room still smells like you

But I’m locking the door

This song, this song

This song, this song

It was yours first

Now it hurts

This song, this song

This song, this song

You took the tune

And you left the bruise

At the pier in May, I screamed your name

Got sea spray on my cheeks

I tore the setlist in the rain

And watched it stick to my sneakers

This song, this song

This song, this song

It was yours first

Now it hurts

This song, this song

This song, this song

You took the tune

And you left the bruise