I made it on my own

the numbers

bpm

185

key

F major

energy

0.72

dance

0.95

valence

0.48

vocal at

6.9s

length

3:07

language

En

lyrics

Cardboard by the radiator, one fork and one pan

My coat on the chair, still smelling like the train

Kungsholmen keys in my palm, I am my own plan

A bag of rice on the counter, a bruise-colored stain

I rinse the bowl in the sink

Watch the water run thin

A window over the yard

And the whole night folding in

First meal, first meal, first meal, first meal

I made it on my own

First meal, first meal, first meal, first meal

In a room with no old home

I cut one onion slow on the butcher-block board

The smoke alarm blinked once when the butter hit the heat

Östersund in the dishes, packed away in the drawer

Now a chipped white plate and my boots by my feet

I stir and I listen close

To the fridge in the hall

Every little clink and tap

Feels too big in this small

First meal, first meal, first meal, first meal

I made it on my own

First meal, first meal, first meal, first meal

In a room with no old home

I set two spoons out

Then I laugh at the thought

Just me and the steam

And the minutes I bought

First meal, first meal, first meal, first meal

I made it on my own

First meal, first meal, first meal, first meal

In a room with no old home