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

wandle park

Chorus
I sip matcha like it's holy,
Clairo on the speaker, feelin' cozy.
Down bad for a girl with a tote bag,
Said she like Anakin — I sent a whole mag.

Boygenius on, now I’m spiralin’ slow,
Told her I like Thom Yorke, she said “woah.”
Vader arc got me actin’ real tragic,
Fell in love and I blame it on magic.

Verse 1
Yo, I text her: “You remind me of Clairo”,
She left me on read — guess I shot with no air, bro.
Still made a playlist, still made a shrine,
Track 3 was "Bags" and the whole thing rhymed.

She drink matcha with oat like she royalty,
I drink Monster and cope with anxiety.
She said “Do you read?” — girl, I study the Force,
I been simpin' like Luke since the prequels, of course.

Bridge
And I fell like Anakin, into her DMs,
Now I’m burnt to a crisp with no limbs.
She said “You're too much,” I said “You're my queen,”
She said “Go to therapy,” I said “What you mean??”

Chorus
I sip matcha like it's holy,
Clairo on the speaker, feelin' cozy.
Down bad for a girl with a tote bag,
Said she like Anakin — I sent a whole mag.

Boygenius on, now I’m spiralin’ slow,
Told her I like Thom Yorke, she said “woah.”
Vader arc got me actin’ real tragic,
Fell in love and I blame it on magic.

Verse 2
I’m not toxic, I just quote OK Computer,
Fall in love fast like my laptop’s a suitor.
Dream of her lips like a pitchfork 10,
But she ghosted me twice, now I simp again.

Sadboy genius, half-boygenius,
Half Radiohead, half cryin’ in the Prius.
I showed her my memes, she showed me the door,
Now I'm shirtless and sad on a Whole Foods floor.

Outro
Clairo never did me like this.
Thom never judged me for feelin’ like this.
Anakin fell for power, I fell for a girl
With a zine in her hand and a Spotify swirl.


sip matcha like its holy

doog ti si