Small mercy, small mercy
Wrote her first album in a car outside her ex-best-friend's house
the numbers
- bpm
- 152
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.64
- vocal at
- 29.1s
- length
- 2:36
- language
- En
lyrics
At seven-ten, my bus was late Mascara streaked, I kicked the gate My phone was dead, my head was loud I stared at shoes in a coffee crowd Then you slid me half your seat Two wet napkins, a paper receipt You said, "Hey, take a breath" Like you knew I was one step from death Small mercy, small mercy Small mercy, small mercy On a day this ugly You made it less ugly Small mercy, small mercy Small mercy, small mercy I didn't ask for help But you still helped me out By 7-Eleven, you bought me ice For the cut on my thumb and my bad advice You held the door while I fumbled my key No big speech, just looked at me Now my hoodie smells like rain And your spare change still in my train I walked home with my jaw unclenched First time all day I felt less bent Small mercy, small mercy Small mercy, small mercy On a day this ugly You made it less ugly Small mercy, small mercy Small mercy, small mercy I didn't ask for help But you still helped me out At the crosswalk by the taco shop I almost cried, then I didn't stop You were gone in the CVS light But your good deed stuck all night Small mercy, small mercy Small mercy, small mercy On a day this ugly You made it less ugly Small mercy, small mercy Small mercy, small mercy I didn't ask for help But you still helped me out