Yours no more
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 5.5s
- length
- 3:39
- language
- Sp
lyrics
You left your cap by the sink in July Blue brim bent low where the dish towel dries Your name on my phone still lights up red But I keep that old song for the words you said I drove past the Pearl with your cup in the dash Felt that old hook punch like a blade made of glass You took your last smoke from my porch by the gate Now every clean note turns sharp with the wait Yours no more Yours no more Yours no more Yours no more It plays in my truck, but it’s yours no more Your boots by the door had mud from Bandera Mine on the tile, same worn-out era I found your receipt in the glove by the seat Two tacos, one beer, and the heat from that week Yours no more Yours no more Yours no more Yours no more It plays in my truck, but it’s yours no more I still know the turn where you kissed me off Hemisfair Right by the bench with the wet black hair Now when that hook hits, I don’t call your name I let it cut loose, I let it take blame Yours no more Yours no more Yours no more Yours no more It plays in my truck, but it’s yours no more