lost
21, music student, recovering from burnout; quiet and hard to read offstage, larger than life on it
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 8.8s
- length
- 2:43
- language
- En
lyrics
(lost... lost...) i had a map of who i was supposed to be at nineteen i followed it perfectly and arrived somewhere else that's not the map's fault, i checked, i keep checking (keep checking) the map was fine. the girl reading it kept changing. everybody's very proud of me (very proud) for things i did while completely lost lost (lost, lost) not the scared kind, the quiet kind lost still moving, still smiling, still fucking lost burnout isn't dramatic, that's the marketing problem it's just doing everything correctly and feeling nothing i played a sold out room and thought about laundry (about laundry) that's the whole illness in one sentence, really if somebody found me would they know what they'd found would i (build, strings, tension climbing) lost (lost, lost) not the scared kind, the quiet kind lost still moving, still smiling, still fucking lost (anyway...)
