Missed the fight
Answers every question with the word fine and wrote an album to explain why
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 1.5s
- length
- 2:00
- language
- En
lyrics
I wrote it on a napkin At a table by the sink Paced the blue linoleum Till my jaw forgot to think Three whole weeks in my pocket Like a note I never sent Had the whole thing memorized But the moment came and went Your name stayed in my throat While the kettle clicked at nine I stared at my cracked phone screen And missed my own line Now the words are in the hallway In my hoodie, in the rain I kept rehearsing for the break But I swallowed all the pain Missed the fight Missed the fight Missed the fight Missed the fight I practiced it alone Then let it die On the 504 home By the brown seat at the back I pictured every sentence In the glass and in the track I had my voice all ready For the cold light in your room But you just closed the cupboard And I lost my cue too soon Missed the fight Missed the fight Missed the fight Missed the fight I practiced it alone Then let it die Now the charger on my desk Hums beside a coffee ring Your voice still in my headphones Like a line I couldn't sing If you ask me what went wrong I got pages, I got dust I rehearsed the whole storm But I never learned to trust Missed the fight Missed the fight Missed the fight Missed the fight I practiced it alone Then let it die