SHOES BY THE DOOR
Writes about sex, drugs and grief with the same flat honesty and refuses to make any of it prettier
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 9.5s
- length
- 2:05
- language
- En
lyrics
(shoes by the door) I woke up on your carpet with my dress still on my back Your shoes were by the door and mine were somewhere in the hall I don't remember getting here, I don't remember much at all And I'm not gonna pretend to you that I want it coming back I like it loud, I like it rough, I like it late And I've stopped calling that a thing I need to fix Leave your shoes beside the door and leave your questions in the car I don't need to know your childhood, I don't need to know your name I've been polite for two whole years and look at where we are Come upstairs or go home, but don't ask me to explain You text me "was that too much" at about a quarter past nine It wasn't. It was Tuesday. Come back Thursday, that's fine. Leave your shoes beside the door and leave your questions in the car I don't need to know your childhood, I don't need to know your name I've been polite for two whole years and look at where we are Come upstairs or go home, but don't ask me to explain You're gonna come back Thursday. We both know you're gonna come back Thursday.