My own table, my own table
A collective, not a person
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.61
- vocal at
- 8.0s
- length
- 2:30
- language
- En
lyrics
Twenty-nine candles, one chair I cut the cake, let it breathe in the air I left the group chat dead on my plate Pulled the curtains, told them I’m not late No one at my door, I’m good Socks on the tiles, I’m in my mood Phone face down, let it stay I planned this day my own way My own table, my own table My own table, my own table I like it quiet, I like it right Birthday cake under kitchen light Cold cola sweating by the sink Brown paper bag with the little gold ink Name on the box, I wrote it myself Put the crown in the drawer, left it on the shelf My own table, my own table My own table, my own table I like it quiet, I like it right Birthday cake under kitchen light Boots by the mat, keys on the side I saved me a seat, I stayed inside If the city calls, let it wait I’m full on peace, I’m good with my fate My own table, my own table My own table, my own table I like it quiet, I like it right Birthday cake under kitchen light