Gone Off
Was head girl at school and has been dismantling that ever since
vex on it
after hoursHonest use case: anyone who's ever had to get rid of a lingering ex, especially in the UK
Exhibit: “You curdled, love. I'm double cream. I rise. You don't. You know the theme.”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- B major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.57
- vocal at
- 7.9s
- length
- 2:25
- words
- 220
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “off” ×21 · “gone” ×20 · “love” ×8
lyrics
Your toothbrush hums beside my sink, still charging like it pays the rent. You said you'd change — well, here's the thing: the milk went off the day you went. Don't ring me crying half past three, your puppy eyes don't work on me. You've gone off, gone off, sour in the cup, love, gone off, gone off, I'm pouring you out, love. Three years on my shelf, past your best, yourself — gone off, gone off, and I never felt so well. Your PlayStation's at the tip, I sold your records, every hit. Three years you never made me come — the kettle got more action, hun. You've gone off, gone off, sour in the cup, love, gone off, gone off, I'm pouring you out, love. Three years on my shelf, past your best, yourself — gone off, gone off, and I never felt so well. Keep the hoodie, keep the shame, find another mug to blame. You curdled, love. I'm double cream. I rise. You don't. You know the theme. You've gone off, gone off, sour in the cup, love, gone off, gone off, I'm pouring you out, love. Three years on my shelf, past your best, yourself — gone off, gone off, and I never felt so well. (spoken) Gone off. Proper gone off, love. Sniff the carton. That's you, that is.