mr. punchline, don’t forget your coat,
the cold’s out, and sorrow tightens the throat,
i wanted to be picked, and roar for the team,
but now i have to go, to a funeral, for a dream...
i think i'll bring flowers,
i'll listen to that one song,
i hope there'll be birds,
i hope it won't take too long.
i think i'll bring flowers,
i'll set them on the ground,
and i’ll shut my eyes,
as the weight brings me down.
i froze in your absence, and i made such mess,
i ran over and over, every address,
neon adhesives, calling on a wish,
the night would light up, and we’d end with a kiss.
dumbshit on his thumb, never taking a chance,
i bet that’s when we crossed, and missed the last dance,
i’m just a sweet bleeding heart undercover,
running toward nothing, a rabbit with a number.
i think i'll bring flowers,
i'll listen to that one song,
i hope there'll be birds,
i hope it won't take too long.
i think i'll bring flowers,
i'll set them on the ground,
and i’ll shut my eyes,
as the weight brings me down.
nothing is what it seems, and i’m the only one attending,
i thought i was going steady, but that hope was real heavy,
i can’t keep living in dreams, cause it’s like blood-letting,
everyone keeps saying you have to let go, but i don’t know if i’m ready.
i think i'll bring flowers,
i'll listen to that one song,
i hope there'll be birds,
i hope it won't take too long.
i think i'll bring flowers,
i'll set them on the ground
and i’ll shut my eyes,
it’s over, for now.
Sparkling synthpop with an emphasis on high-wattage chords and the kind of melodies that burrow themselves deep in the brain. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2023