Too late for me
Built a studio in a building with one wall missing and never fixed the wall
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.57
- vocal at
- 1.9s
- length
- 3:26
- language
- Ar
lyrics
I rolled in past the bakery at seven Your name on the buzzer, but it stays unspoken Old key in my palm, split tin and silver The lobby got new paint, still the same cracked pillar I climbed up slow with the grocery bag shaking Found your door half-fixed, found your room forsaken The kettle was cold, the sink held a ring I left with my coat and a line I won’t sing Now the chair faces the wall by the window Your mail stack’s gone, there’s a new name in the slot I stood there a minute, thumb on the doorframe Then I heard the lock turn like I’d missed my stop Too late for me Too late for me Too late for me Too late for me Down in Hamra, I watched the buses loading Same blue seats, same rain on the curb line glowing You sold the frame, kept the nail in the plaster I touched where it hung, then I walked out after The fruit man yelled noon, I bought two green apples Bit through the skin, watched the juice hit my knuckles Your cousin looked through me at the corner cafe Like I was the wrong door on the wrong day Too late for me Too late for me Too late for me Too late for me At midnight I came back for the spare-room drawer Found one black glove and the old phone charger No note, just dust on the shelf by the sink So I set the key down and let it all sink Too late for me Too late for me Too late for me Too late for me