SAVAGE - 3:17

Lyrics Three seventeen. Your name turns the ceiling blue. One ring. Then two. You never say you're coming over, you just text me, "downstairs." Five minutes later, your heels are in your hands and your perfume's on the stairs. You walk in talking 'bout nothing, like nothing happened last week. Then you steal my side of the bed before you even fall asleep. I know this version of you. The one the daylight never sees. You get quiet when you're close enough to hear me breathe. At 3:17, you tell the truth without saying a word. Coat half on, lipstick gone, acting like it doesn't hurt. You say, "Don't make this more than it is." Then leave your keys in my kitchen again. At 3:17, we stop pretending. By morning, you'll rewrite the ending. Three seventeen. You only mean it at three seventeen. There's a glass by the sink with the mark of your mouth from the last time you disappeared. You notice it, smile for a second, then ask why I kept it here. I say, "I forgot." You know that's a lie. You don't call me out. You just look away and pull my shirt a little tighter around you now. That's the part that gets me. You always know where everything is. My charger, my coffee, the side of the mattress you swear isn't yours. At 3:17, you tell the truth without saying a word. Coat half on, lipstick gone, acting like it doesn't hurt. You say, "Don't make this more than it is." Then leave your keys in my kitchen again. At 3:17, we stop pretending. By morning, you'll rewrite the ending. Three seventeen. You only mean it at three seventeen. Maybe that's why we never talk before midnight. Too many windows. Too much light. Maybe honesty only fits us when the whole city disappears. You say my name like you shouldn't. I answer like I didn't wait to hear it. Three seventeen. Your phone lights up. You turn it face down. I don't ask. At 3:17, you tell the truth without saying a word. No makeup, no alibi, no one left to impress or hurt. You say, "Don't make this more than it is." But your keys are still in my kitchen again. At 3:17, we stop pretending. By morning, you'll rewrite the ending. Three seventeen. One ring. Then two. And I already know it's you. #SAVAGE #317 #DarkPop #AlternativeRnB #SynthPop #NewMusic #OfficialAudio