sick of
21, music student, recovering from burnout; quiet and hard to read offstage, larger than life on it
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 92
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.84
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 12.5s
- length
- 2:31
- language
- En
lyrics
(sick of... sick of...) sick of being asked if i'm okay by people who need a yes sick of giving the yes because it's faster than the truth sick of the word "process" and the word "journey" and the word "healing" (the word healing) none of those words were invented by anyone who was in it i'm not sick of people (of people) i'm sick of the vocabulary they were handed sick of (sick of, sick of) every soft word built to make my week smaller sick of say something true or say nothing, i can take nothing my sister says "that sounds hard" and stops she doesn't fix it, she doesn't reframe it, she just stops that sentence has done more than three years of the other kind (of the other kind) four words. no journey. no process. just: that sounds hard. teach everyone that sentence and half of this album stops being necessary (build, strings entering, tension) sick of (sick of, sick of) every soft word built to make my week smaller sick of say something true or say nothing, i can take nothing (that sounds hard...)
