sick of the race
21, music student, recovering from burnout; quiet and hard to read offstage, larger than life on it
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 11.9s
- length
- 2:58
- language
- En
lyrics
(sick of... sick of...) pull the blanket over my head turn the phone face-down instead the notifications keep the room lit anyway (keep it lit anyway) i can feel them through the mattress. that's not normal. everybody's running somewhere (running somewhere) i sat down and the ground kept moving sick of the noise sick of the race (sick of, sick of) everyone's winning something i never entered sick of the noise sick of the race my sister asks if i'm okay in a way that needs a yes so i give her the yes because she has her own week that's love, technically. that's what love is here. (what love is here) we protect each other from ourselves. it's very efficient. i don't want to be first i want to be somewhere with the engine off (build, strings swelling, tension climbing) sick of the noise sick of the race (sick of, sick of) everyone's winning something i never entered sick of the noise sick of the race (still fucking lost...)