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MERCY LANE

SHE HAS MY SEAT

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
136
key
A# major
energy
0.64
dance
0.93
valence
0.52
vocal at
8.8s
length
2:36
language
En

lyrics

She sits where I sat, in the front, on the left
She has my seat and my coffee order and my Thursday
And your mother follows her now, which I found out at work
From a girl who thought I already knew, and laughed

And I am supposed to be gracious
And I am supposed to be nineteen and fine
And I have been crying in a stairwell like a cliche

She has my seat, she has my seat
Did you even have to teach her or did she just fit
She has my seat, she has my seat
Was I that easy to replace, was I that small a shape

I looked at her whole life for two hours on a Tuesday
And she seems kind, which is somehow the very worst part

She has my seat, she has my seat
Did you even have to teach her or did she just fit
She has my seat, she has my seat
Was I that easy to replace, was I that small a shape

I hope she knows you leave the radio on.
I hope nobody tells her.