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Emma Robinson

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