Borrowed your word
Writes anti-love songs in a film industry that only commissions love songs
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 8.7s
- length
- 3:33
- language
- Ta
lyrics
In the glass at Park Station I caught your word in my mouth Not mine, not mine, I know it But it keeps coming out At the tea shop near Adyar I asked for it by name The man just looked at me once And I felt the small, strange shame On my tongue, it sat so neat Like a spoon in a steel tumbler I said it, and I meant it Now my own words feel thinner Borrowed your word Borrowed your word Borrowed your word Borrowed your word It slips out first Before I know Borrowed your word And I let it go On the bus by Saidapet I said it to my friend She laughed, "That sounds like you now" And I said it again In my notes on the kitchen table Next to a வாங்க? and a date Your word sits there in pencil Like it always knew my place My mother heard me say it By the mixer and the sink She turned her head so slowly Like she heard me start to sink Borrowed your word Borrowed your word Borrowed your word Borrowed your word It slips out first Before I know Borrowed your word And I let it go Now it lands on my WhatsApp In a half-typed little line I delete it, then I type it Like I signed it as mine At the சந்தை gate, I whisper It to the auntie by the sacks She nods like she already knew You don't really take it back Borrowed your word Borrowed your word Borrowed your word Borrowed your word It slips out first Before I know Borrowed your word And I let it go