My day, my way
Wears the costume to the supermarket because the costume is not a costume
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 5.1s
- length
- 2:16
- language
- En
lyrics
One slice on a blue plate, ten candles, no crowd I kicked off my heels by the radiator, loud Box from the bakery, black ribbon, one fork I left the group chat on read while I ate in New York I watched the clock crawl past nine-fifteen I wore my silver ring and my favorite jeans No doorbell, no plans, no one to explain Just me and the frosting and a clean champagne stain My day, my way My day, my way My day, my way I like it this way I tied up my hair with the red velvet bow Put my feet on the chair by the window glow Two pink napkins folded, one card from my mom I sang to my mirror and the whole night hummed on My day, my way My day, my way My day, my way I like it this way I don't need confetti in my hall I don't need ten strangers in a row I blew out the candles, one by one And kept the quiet like a secret I chose to own My day, my way My day, my way My day, my way I like it this way