DON'T MAKE IT WEIRD TOMORROW
Writes about the taxi home, never the club
vex on it
the runHonest use case: people who appreciate the art of emotional self-sabotage under the guise of casual hookups.
Exhibit: “The truth is I'd say yes if you asked properly, sober, on a Tuesday And that's exactly why I've made sure you never fucking will”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 38.4s
- length
- 7:59
- words
- 182
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “weird” ×16 · “tomorrow” ×12 · “don't” ×6
shared with the crate: 48 other songs use “morning”
lyrics
Don't make it weird tomorrow, weird tomorrow Fuck me at the party, text me nothing, see me Thursday Don't make it weird tomorrow, weird tomorrow I've got a system and you're gonna ruin it with feelings Every time it's the same, we do the thing, it's incredible And then at about eleven the next morning you go strange Long message, lots of commas, asking what we are And what we are is extremely good at this and bad at everything else Don't make it weird tomorrow, weird tomorrow Fuck me at the party, text me nothing, see me Thursday Don't make it weird tomorrow, weird tomorrow I've got a system and you're gonna ruin it with feelings (weird-weird-weird) The truth is I'd say yes if you asked properly, sober, on a Tuesday And that's exactly why I've made sure you never fucking will Don't make it weird tomorrow, weird tomorrow I've got a system and you're gonna ruin it with feelings Don't make it weird tomorrow, weird tomorrow Fuck me at the party, text me nothing, see me Thursday (weird—)