Punch out now, punch out now
Wedding singer for a decade who knows exactly when a room is about to turn
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.60
- vocal at
- 7.0s
- length
- 3:02
- language
- Si
lyrics
Last shift, stamp my card, watch the red light blink Grease on the scanner, cold tea in the sink Dock gate forty-two, my shoes on the tile I hate this place, still I know every file Paper cuts on my thumb from the invoice stack Old fan on the wall keeps coughing me back Noon rain on the roof, I hear it tap and stay Three more hours till I walk away But the bin still smells like rain and diesel Your cracked blue mug on the ledge near the seal I pack my pens slow, I don't wanna pretend This place got under my skin to the end Punch out now, punch out now Punch out now, punch out now I won't forget this floor I won't forget this floor Boss man turns the key, says "See you Monday" I nod at the mirror by the worn-out tray The bus stop's loud outside, mango man calls My name on the roster, pinned to the walls I cursed these walls, these hours, this desk But the radio crackled and I knew the rest Every broken chair and the fan that creaks Every bad joke hung in the back room weak Punch out now, punch out now Punch out now, punch out now I won't forget this floor I won't forget this floor Now the locker hangs open, bare and thin One key, one lanyard, one ringed-up pin If I hate you, why does my chest feel tight? Maybe a mess can miss you by night Punch out now, punch out now Punch out now, punch out now I won't forget this floor I won't forget this floor