Not Your Role Model

Ain't All That

After the Party

Day Job (feat. TRAQULA & teego)

Intro
was waiting for the 14:52 to norwood junction
and u texted "we need to talk"
so now i’m crying in front of a wasabi
wearing my boygenius tee
like it’s armor or something

Verse 1
Bought matcha from that weird kiosk in Boxpark,
It tasted like you — bitter, soft, green heart.
Had Clairo in my ears, rain on tram glass,
You said I’m too much, I said I won’t ask.

Walked through Whitgift with Radiohead on,
“Exit Music (For a Film)” — dead calm.
Checked my reflection in Debenhams glass,
Looked like a ghost who romanticised the past.

Chorus
I’m spiralin' in Wandle Park,
Talkin' ‘bout Anakin like it’s still dark.
He fell for love and I fell for you,
Same ending, different view.

Boygenius in the background cryin’,
You text “lol” while I’m over here dyin’.
Croydon’s cold but you colder still —
Left me on read by the Windmill Hill.

Verse 2
You said “Clairo’s cute, but kinda samey,”
I said “You’re fake,” but I meant “Save me.”
Made a playlist called "Force Ghost Sadness",
It’s you + Phoebe Bridgers = emotional damage.

I wore flared jeans to impress your niche,
Now I’m stuck in Centrale, cryin’ on a bench seat.
My Oyster card’s maxed, my pride’s offline,
And I’d still take the 119 to see you one more time.

Outro
“Platform 2 for the 15:04 Southern service to London Victoria...”
...i hope she hears this in a dream
or at least when she’s queueing for pret again

blame it on the magic (sip matcha like its holy remix)

doog ti si