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

Touch me the right way, baby
And I'll do it again, I'll do it again
Sendin' messages hopin' that you'd check it but do you mind? Yeah-yeah
I'm missin' your lips, missin' your hips
Missin' the way I was touched by you
You say, "I don't mind waitin' baby, I still got pictures of you"

I'm staring at the walls
I swear on my life that paint dries quicker than this
I've waited my whole life for someone like you to come by
Just wish I could see you, baby
And I know what I like, when I see it (know what I like when I see it)
Don't think, it's just a feeling
I'm gonna love you, I mean it, yeah

Sending all my emotions away
Breathing, keep it to myself again


steeeam (cover)

Verse 1
I talk like I read Bukowski,
Quote Freud when I wanna seem deep.
Gaslight with a velvet whisper,
Apologize in my sleep.

I cry in your lap then disappear,
Blame my dad or a dream I had.
Call it trauma, not a pattern —
Make pain look good when I’m bad.

Chorus
It’s 1AM, and I’m posting sad-boy prose,
Lit by the glow of the truths I chose.
If I hurt you with intent, I swear it was art —
Just playing the part, just playing the part.

Verse 2
Shadows know I rehearse my guilt,
Before I ever feel it real.
I'm a slow-burn ghost in Gucci cologne,
Telling lies you want to feel.

I say "I’m broken" like it’s a brand,
Soft voice, hard hands, distant plans.
I love-bomb like I’m saving you,
Then vanish like a better man.


matcha and clairo

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.


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