On purpose
Played to eleven people for nine years and writes every song for eighty thousand anyway
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 2.0s
- length
- 3:14
- language
- En
lyrics
Seven on the clock, kettle on the boil One plate in the sink, same old yellow tile I left the group chat sitting on my phone Bought a jam doughnut, ate it on my own Bus passed by the window, number forty-three Rain on the back yard, beats against the sheeting I lit one cheap candle on a Tesco cake Looked at that small flame, then I let it break On purpose On purpose On purpose On purpose I took the long way home On purpose On purpose On purpose On purpose And I was good alone Put my coat on the chair, keys by the door Left the telly talking to the kitchen floor No queue at the pub, no song in the hall Just a paper bag and my boots by the wall Half past eight, and the plate stays clean Mug ring on the counter, where my thumb had been I watched one match replay on a cracked old screen Knew exactly what I meant by what I need On purpose On purpose On purpose On purpose I took the long way home On purpose On purpose On purpose On purpose And I was good alone North wind at the window, ten o'clock sharp One sock on the radiator, one sock in the dark If you rang the bell, I’d hear it, I’d know But tonight’s my own lane, and I’m keeping it so On purpose On purpose On purpose On purpose I took the long way home On purpose On purpose On purpose On purpose And I was good alone