Wrong chat, right
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 5.8s
- length
- 2:44
- language
- En
lyrics
Two a.m., red cup, inbox glow Peckham rain tapping on the windowsill slow I typed your name, but my thumb moved right Sent that message to the wrong chat last night You said, “You’re still awake?” and I froze in the hall Big Tesco bag by the coat stand wall I meant to delete it, let it fade, stay small But your reply came back and it cracked through it all Now my screen won’t lie Seen one line and I’m outside Heart in my hands, no plan, no fight If it’s a mistake, then it’s feeling right Wrong chat, right Wrong chat, right Wrong chat, right Wrong chat, right You read it slow You said, “Come through” Wrong chat, right And now I do Thursday dusk, I’m off the train at nine Cold chips in paper, your coat by mine Mum called twice, I let it ring out Your flat had Fanta and a cracked dish out I should’ve felt shame, should’ve cut it clean But your laugh hit soft like a silver screen You wore that blue top, I wore the same old jeans And that wrong little text made the whole thing mean Wrong chat, right Wrong chat, right Wrong chat, right Wrong chat, right You read it slow You said, “Come through” Wrong chat, right And now I do Leave it there, let it stay Let the typo lead the way My phone on the table, your hand on my sleeve Sometimes the wrong door opens what I need Wrong chat, right Wrong chat, right Wrong chat, right Wrong chat, right You read it slow You said, “Come through” Wrong chat, right And now I do