You didn't call, you didn't call
Stanford ML student, cheerleader, surfer, and a whole second life nobody on campus knows about
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 2.7s
- length
- 3:00
- language
- En
lyrics
Your hoodie on my chair, blue thread on the seam Nine seventeen, your name stayed dim on my screen I left the rice in the pan, it dried to the side By the sink, your charger sat there like you'd lied I watched the door latch click, then the whole room went still Half a tank in my car, parked off Embarcadero Hill My thumb hit your chat, then I let it just fade Cold orange juice in the glass, two cubes left in the shade You didn't call, you didn't call You didn't call, you didn't call The screen stayed black on the kitchen wall You didn't call, you didn't call Sunday at noon, I folded your tee by the bed The zipper caught on my ring, then it slipped in my hand instead Your text bubble stopped after "later" and never came back I wore the same white jeans, then I put them back in the rack I heard the fridge hum low, and the hallway breathe My keys on the bowl by the mint-green leaves If you meant goodbye, you left it in the air But the sound of that silence still curls in my hair You didn't call, you didn't call You didn't call, you didn't call The screen stayed black on the kitchen wall You didn't call, you didn't call I drove by the park with the cracked concrete bench The cup-holder held your lip gloss, sticky and dented No siren, no knock, just the clock and the sink And the whole long miles between us went thin in a blink You didn't call, you didn't call You didn't call, you didn't call The screen stayed black on the kitchen wall You didn't call, you didn't call