I’m good alone, I’m good alone
Vintage dealer by day; every song is built around a synth she refused to sell
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.64
- vocal at
- 8.5s
- length
- 3:04
- language
- It
lyrics
I left the cake in the box by the sink One pink candle, one spoon, and the drink My phone face down on the table at nine I wore my red dress and I felt just fine I took the long way past Porta Venezia Bought one pear and a tiny tiramisu By ten o’clock I was home with the window cracked No one was late, and I liked it like that I’m good alone, I’m good alone I’m good alone, I’m good alone I danced in socks on the kitchen tile I’m good alone, I’m good alone No extra chair, no coat on the back Just a plate with strawberries and a little black napkin stack I sliced the peaches with a silver knife Then I laughed at the clock like it knew my life The hallway was quiet, the radio low I saved the last cherry for the final show By eleven-thirty, the mirrors looked gold I blew out the candle and I felt bold I’m good alone, I’m good alone I’m good alone, I’m good alone I spun through the room in my satin shoes I’m good alone, I’m good alone If you called me now, I’d let it ring I’ve got my own little midnight thing One clean plate and a quiet heart I chose this room from the very start I’m good alone, I’m good alone I’m good alone, I’m good alone I kept my cake and I kept my smile I’m good alone, I’m good alone