SOMEBODY'S KITCHEN
Writes about sex, drugs and grief with the same flat honesty and refuses to make any of it prettier
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- F# major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 10.3s
- length
- 2:00
- language
- En
lyrics
I do not remember his name and he was kind about it He made me toast at five in the morning like a person And I sat on his counter with my shoes still on And thought about you the entire time, which is unfair to him This is not a cry for help This is just what I do now And I would like everyone to stop looking at me like that Somebody's kitchen, somebody's kitchen I have been in nine of them since you left in June Somebody's kitchen, somebody's kitchen And every single one of them has been the wrong one He asked if I wanted to stay. I said no before he finished. He looked relieved. That is the part I keep thinking about. Somebody's kitchen, somebody's kitchen I have been in nine of them since you left in June Somebody's kitchen, somebody's kitchen And every single one of them has been the wrong one His toaster was the same as ours. That is why I stayed for the toast.