Too late, too late
Called Ivy at school and something else at home, and both are on the passport
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.59
- vocal at
- 1.8s
- length
- 2:14
- language
- En
lyrics
I found your mug by the sink in the back room Cold little tile where the mop left a blue bloom The barber next door turned the sign on at eight And nobody asked why I came back so late Your chair got moved to the wall by the door My name on the list means nothing here anymore I touched the frame, then I let it slide This place kept turning while I stepped outside Too late, too late Too late, too late Too late, too late Too late, too late Your seat is gone The fruit stand still sells the limes by the crate Same cracked white scale, same man, same date I wore my good shoes, but the floor still knew I was a number they could live without you Too late, too late Too late, too late Too late, too late Too late, too late Your seat is gone I saw my key on the hook by the fan Then a stranger reached for the card in my hand I smiled, walked out, let the screen door swing Somewhere new is calling me by my real name Too late, too late Too late, too late Too late, too late Too late, too late Your seat is gone