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ELEVEN MINUTES lyrics
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Verse 1
Someone's perfume still sitting in the air Lavender, I think, or maybe it's the soap Grout lines running crooked by my sneakers Phone face-down on the tile, I can't look The faucet drips in threes then stops Bass from the living room vibrates the mirror Fluorescent bulb humming above me like it knows Three minutes now, I been counting on my hands
Pre-chorus
Three minutes and the ceiling hasn't moved Three minutes and I'm still the one who's fine
Chorus
Bass still bleeding through the door They still laughing like before Eleven minutes on this floor I just need eleven more
Verse 2
Wasn't even something big that did it Someone laughed too loud, a song came on I been canceling plans since February Skipped the dentist, skipped my cousin's baby shower Called in twice to work, said I had a stomach thing Coming here tonight was supposed to be progress Proof I'm still a person and not just a schedule Couldn't even make it past the second drink
Pre-chorus
Seven minutes and the ceiling hasn't moved Seven minutes and I'm still the one who's fine
Chorus
Bass still bleeding through the door They still laughing like before Eleven minutes on this floor I just need eleven more
Verse 3
Group chat saying "where you at lol" Three question marks from Keisha with the heart eyes Someone knocked, I held my breath and watched the handle It moved a little, stopped, then footsteps walking off My therapist got a three-month wait I Googled "coping mechanisms" on this same floor The tile is cold and I'm embarrassed that it helps I can hear them doing shots, somebody dropped a glass
Bridge
Breathe in for four Hold it for seven Out for eight, but I lose count at five Do it again Breathe in for four The ceiling fan wobbles like it's tired too I'm not trying to be okay I'm trying to look like I am long enough to get home
Verse 4
Splash water on my face, check the mirror Practice the smile, it's a little crooked Good enough for the hallway, good enough for the door I'll say I was on a call, they'll believe it They always believe it, that's the trick You only gotta hold it for the walk to the car Thirty seconds of performance, keys in the ignition There's a version of me out there and a version in here
Verse 5
But I haven't turned the handle yet The party doesn't know, the grout still doesn't care Someone put on a song I used to love And it doesn't feel like anything at all My phone lights up face-down, I watch the glow Eleven minutes turned to something longer The door is right there I just
Chorus
Bass still bleeding through the door They still laughing like before Eleven minutes on this floor I just need eleven more
Inside the recording
Someone's perfume still sitting in the air Lavender, I think, or maybe it's the soap
Three minutes and the ceiling hasn't moved Three minutes and I'm still the one who's fine
Bass still bleeding through the door They still laughing like before
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