Last shift, last shift

the numbers

bpm

108

key

C major

energy

0.69

dance

0.93

valence

0.58

vocal at

2.6s

length

2:59

language

Vi

lyrics

Blue apron folded in my locker, tight and neat

Fan squeaks above the counter, June at noon

Receipt rolls curl beside the sugar packets, beat

The radio keeps blinking past the afternoon

I clocked in with wet hair and a paper cup

Now the floor's all scuffed where my sneakers wore

One more ticket, one more box, then I’m packed up

I can feel my name in the punch machine door

Last shift, last shift

I keep saying last shift

Last shift, last shift

One more smile, then last shift

Sticky keys on the register, seven forty-eight

Ice in the drink tray, melting into rings

My supervisor counts the drawer against the gate

I fold my time card where the metal clip swings

There’s a bus outside with the door half-open

My tote bag waits by the mop sink wall

If I leave now, the whole room stays unspoken

If I stay too long, I might miss it all

Last shift, last shift

I keep saying last shift

Last shift, last shift

One more smile, then last shift

The back room fan turns slow over broken tape

My ID card scratches the edge of my hand

I hate this place, but I know the shape

Of every tile, every stain, every stand

Last shift, last shift

I keep saying last shift

Last shift, last shift

One more smile, then last shift