My own party
Sang at resort hotels for six summers and learned exactly what makes a crowd move
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 6.3s
- length
- 4:51
- language
- Ro
lyrics
I turned the phone face down at eight Left cake in the box by the plate One blue scarf on the chair by the door I chose the quiet and wanted more Keys in the bowl, no shoes in a line A square of cold light, and I’m fine Bucharest rain tapped the glass by the sill I watched it all, and I chose it still No knock at my door No seat set for two I lit one small candle Just to see it through My own party My own party My own party My own party I’m dancing with me tonight I sliced up the tangerine slow Put one red bow on the chair row Seven pink balloons hit the ceiling low I laughed at the mess, let it go The spoon in the sink made a tiny clean ring My old radio found a bright little swing I wore silver shoes for the kitchen floor No one was missing, I wanted this more My own party My own party My own party My own party I’m dancing with me tonight A small gold watch said nine-fifteen The frosting stayed soft, white and clean I gave myself space, and that was enough No rescue, no drama, just simple and tough My own party My own party My own party My own party I’m dancing with me tonight