HE THINKS HE MADE IT
Works the door at a club they refuse to name and writes on the night bus home
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.41
- vocal at
- 22.5s
- length
- 2:20
- language
- Ge
lyrics
Nineteen, wrong shoes, wrong jacket, standing on his own And I let him in at four for absolutely no reason And he is a regular now and he tells the story wrong He thinks he talked his way past me. He did not talk. He thinks he made it, made it, he thinks he made it And that is exactly how it has to stay for it to work He thinks he made it, made it, he thinks he made it If he knew it was mercy it would stop being a door I see him on the night bus sometimes. He nods at me. He has no idea. Sixty a night go home and he does not. He thinks he made it, made it, he thinks he made it And that is exactly how it has to stay for it to work He thinks he made it, made it, he thinks he made it If he knew it was mercy it would stop being a door