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MERCY LANE

SECOND PLACE TROPHY

Writes everything at seventeen even though she is twenty-six, because that is when the feelings were the right size

style

  • confessional pop
  • piano ballad that erupts into distorted guitars
  • raw teenage-honest female vocal
  • quiet verses into screamed catharsis
  • american accent
  • devastating and furious
  • american accent
  • jealous
  • wounded
  • furious

the numbers

bpm
144
key
G major
energy
0.64
dance
0.93
valence
0.48
vocal at
8.4s
length
2:20
language
En

lyrics

She's got the seat and the sweater and the sound of your car
She's got the version of you that you were before you got far
I got the practice run, I got the year you were poor
I got the you that was learning and she got the door

And everybody says that's a gift
That I got the real one, that I got the shift

I'm the second place trophy on the shelf you never dust
I'm the girl who taught you kindness that you're giving out to her
I'm the practice and the pattern and the reason you can trust
And she's the one who gets to keep whatever you became

She thanked me once at a party and she meant it and I smiled
And I went and sat in a stairwell for a while

I'm the second place trophy on the shelf you never dust
I'm the girl who taught you kindness that you're giving out to her
I'm the practice and the pattern and the reason you can trust
And she's the one who gets to keep whatever you became

(whatever you became)