The words never came
Writes exactly what happened and changes only the names, and sometimes not even those
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.86
- valence
- 0.32
- vocal at
- 18.2s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- En
lyrics
I lined it up beside the sugar tin On the Formica by the sink Wrote every bite-sized cruelty down On the back of a receipt from the Spar, I think I practised it in the mirror, slow While the kettle hissed in the hall By Friday, the words had learned my mouth But I let them rot in the wall You came in with your wet red coat And your keys in the bowl by the door I felt the whole thing lean in me Then I folded it back to the floor The words never came The words never came The words never came The words never came On the bus past Capel Street, I smiled At nothing, at rain on the glass Held my grievance like a shopping bag With the milk and the bruised ripe pears from last I had a whole week’s worth of lines In the pocket of my denim coat Still I said, “Did you eat yet?” and laughed Like a girl with a stone in her throat You looked at me, tired and warm By the little lamp in the room And all of my careful sharp-edged words Went quiet in the cheap perfume The words never came The words never came The words never came The words never came Now the page sits under the fruit bowl Under the ashtray and the peel A hard little speech I never spent A fight that never got to feel And maybe that’s the whole of it I wanted to be brave, I swear But your cardigan on the back of the chair Was more than I could bear The words never came The words never came The words never came The words never came