Last shift, last shift
Records everything twice and mixes both takes on top of each other on purpose
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- C# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.48
- vocal at
- 6.8s
- length
- 3:28
- language
- En
lyrics
The fryer clock says 11:48 My apron smells like oil and rain I wipe the stainless by the sink And fold my name tag once again Mop bucket rolls on the tile Parking lot is cooling off I count the keys in my palm Then I take the lock and cough Last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift I know your scuffed-up floor Last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift I hate it, and I want more Receipt tape curls in the trash My sneakers stick to sugar spill The back door groans on its hinge Blue gloves stacked by the window sill Manager says, "You good?" I say, "Yeah, I'm almost through" The drive-thru screen keeps blinking Like it knows what I won't do Last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift I know your scuffed-up floor Last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift I hate it, and I want more June in Echo Park, my phone at 9:12 One last text in my apron pocket I turn the key, then miss the noise The sticky hum, the break-room socket Last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift I know your scuffed-up floor Last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift I hate it, and I want more