COAT CHECK
Writes about sex, drugs and grief with the same flat honesty and refuses to make any of it prettier
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.49
- vocal at
- 8.7s
- length
- 2:05
- language
- En
lyrics
I lost my jacket in September at a place I can't recall And the ticket's in a pocket of a coat I also lost And there's a rail of things I've left behind me in this town And I've never once gone back to any of them at any cost I leave things. That's the pattern. That's the whole of it. Coats, flats, people, jobs. I leave. I'm good at it. Take my coat, I'll never claim it, take the ticket, lose the stub I'm not the girl who comes back Sunday for the things she left behind Take the number that I gave you at the bar and not the club And don't come looking for a version of me you'll never find You asked me if I've ever stayed and I said "once, in June" It wasn't true. I've never stayed. But you looked like you'd want it soon. Take my coat, I'll never claim it, take the ticket, lose the stub I'm not the girl who comes back Sunday for the things she left behind Take the number that I gave you at the bar and not the club And don't come looking for a version of me you'll never find There's a rail somewhere with nine of my coats on it. Somebody should sell them. Honestly. Somebody should.