Wrong text, right guy
Chaos finds her and she surfs it; permanently sandy, permanently optimistic
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.60
- vocal at
- 3.9s
- length
- 2:11
- language
- En
lyrics
Sent it at 7:12 from the Safeway lot To a name with one letter changed, I froze, got caught He was in the group chat, not the one I thought Now my thumb was shaking over the screen I’d forgot Then you typed back fast from a coffee shop booth With a bagel in your hand and your hoodie half-zipped smooth You said, “Wrong number, but I’m near Caltrain too” And I said, “Meet me by the blue bike rack at two” Wrong text, right guy Wrong text, right guy Wrong text, right guy Wrong text, right guy You answered my mistake And I let it stay You wore red Vans by the cracked tennis court fence I had iced tea in a cup and a bad five-cent tense You laughed at the typo, then you asked for my name By the time the sun dropped, we were playing the same game Now your number lives where the old one used to be On a receipt with gum stuck to the back of my keys I hit send on the beach while the gulls cut the blue And every wrong little letter keeps leading to you Wrong text, right guy Wrong text, right guy Wrong text, right guy Wrong text, right guy You answered my mistake And I let it stay Could’ve deleted it, could’ve let it die Could’ve turned my phone face-down and walked on by But your reply came shining through Like a half-dead signal turning into you Wrong text, right guy Wrong text, right guy Wrong text, right guy Wrong text, right guy You answered my mistake And I let it stay
