Always

Ever fallen in love with someone who swears “no chocolate chips, ever” — and then catches you off guard by devouring a family-sized bag of double fudge like it’s communion? That’s what this track is about: betrayal by baked goods.

🎸 Indie guitars jangle like spoons in a mixing bowl.
🥁 Post-punk drums smack like a spatula on a cookie tray.
🎤 Vocals hover between “romantic heartbreak” and “grocery store rant.”

It’s not about cookies (okay, maybe a little). It’s about trust issues dressed in sprinkles. Yesterday she was gluten-free, today she’s swimming in cocoa dips, tomorrow she’ll probably claim she never said anything at all.

So crank it up, bite down on your contradictions, and let the riffs remind you: love is sweet, bitter, and sometimes just plain confusing.

🍪⚡️“Double Standards” — the indie rock anthem for anyone who’s been ghosted at the cookie aisle.

Lyrics:

You told me once in the morning light
No chocolate chips they don't feel right
You said it like it was gospel truth
I believed every word from you

But then last night at the corner store
I heard you say you love them more
Double fudge with a sugar glaze
Now I don't know your cookie ways

Are you sweet, are you bitter, are you just confused
Or is this some game that you like to use
You've got double standards, double bites
Changing the flavor overnight
Yesterday you swore no choco chips
Today you're swimming in cocoa dips
Double standards, sugar lies
Can't keep track, can't compromise
Maybe you forgot, or maybe you planned it
Either way, you've double standard it

It's not the cookie, it's the way you switch
Like every truth comes with a glitch
One day black then the next day white
You make wrong feel like it's right
Do you mean what you say or just like to pretend
Can't tell where you start, can't tell where you end

You've got double standards, double bites
Changing the flavor overnight
Yesterday you swore no choco chips
Today you're swimming in cocoa dips
Double standards, sugar lies
Can't keep track, can't compromise
Maybe you forgot, or maybe you planned it either way girl
You've double standard it

Maybe it's not the cookies at all
Maybe it's just the way you fall
In and out of what you say
Like the truth's on holiday

Double standards, double bites
Changing the flavor overnight
Yesterday you swore no choco chips
Today you're swimming in cocoa dips
Double standards, sugar lies
Can't keep track, can't compromise
Maybe you forgot, or maybe you planned it either way girl
You've double standard it

Double Standards (Indie Rock Version)

Imagine if a French House banger got kidnapped by an indie band in jangly guitars and baritone melancholy. That’s this track: a cover where disco lasers became chiming strings, and the sweaty club was replaced by an awkward kitchen sink romance.

The lyrics are basically one long diary entry of a guy who panics when someone touches his knee, accidentally flirts like a Cold War spy, and rehearses love declarations in the bathroom mirror. It’s post-punk angst meets jangle-pop crush syndrome, with the emotional maturity of someone who frames ironic flowers because they don’t know what else to do.

Think: baritone vocals that sound like Joy Division’s Ian Curtis reading your group chat, guitars that sparkle like the last light in your ex’s window, and rhythms that dance like they’re too shy to actually dance.

So yeah—French House went to therapy, bought a second-hand leather jacket, and started humming about Netflix, cheese, and accidental stair routines. The result? This track.

Press play if you’ve ever:

Laughed too loud at a bad joke just to touch someone’s sleeve

Split the bill but not the feelings

Texted a heart emoji while pretending it was “just friendly”

Until you meet… see us again… and again… and again.

Lyrics:

Until we meet
See us again
I'll rehearse my love in the mirror again
You'll laugh too loud at one of my jokes then hug me like a nun in a trench coat cloak
Maybe next time one of us speaks — or maybe we just invite that two will be
See us again
I'll keep loving you like a very old

We split the bill like we split the truth
Flirt like spies in a kissing booth
You call me pal with your head askew
I choke on words and pretend it's dew
You touched my knee, oh was that fate
You laughed, I panicked, said great plate
Every look's a near confession wrapped in frieze and soft repression

Until we meet
See us again
Maybe your hand will hold mine then
Or maybe I'll choke and spill my drink then sink like love on a kitchen sink
If not same dance, same old refrain, you and your hoodie meet on sham
Till we meet
See us again
I'll love you quietly like it's not insane

We do the accidental stair routine
Then talk about cheese or a Netflix scene
Your playlist screams I want more than tea
But you say we're chill and giggle at me
I bring you flowers as a joke
You framed them up, no one spoke
Friends who text with heart emojis like passion's just one of our hobbies

Until we meet
See us again
I'll iron my soul and spray some zen
You'll smile like love's not in disguise and I'll nod like I'm not hypnotized
Maybe next time lips will move or maybe we'll just vibe
Until we meet
See us again
I'll miss your almost love

Amen

Until We See Us Again (Indie Rock Version)

Imagine walking into the Department of Love like it’s a Monday at the DMV — except instead of a ticket number, you’re handed a disco ball and a stack of bureaucratic heartbreak forms. That’s basically this track.

Originally a smooth dancefloor banger, it has now been re-filed under indie rock / jangle pop / post-punk: guitars with too much coffee, vocals that sound like they ironed their shirt in the dark, and a rhythm section that may or may not be employed by Section 8 of Cupid’s office.

It’s about love applications gone wrong, tear-drops that won’t pass quality control, and the eternal truth that sometimes the only approved document is a selfie with a pug meme. If Franz Kafka had joined The Smiths after a night out at an Italo disco, this would be his HR complaint form set to music.

Play loud, sway too wide, and don’t blink when the chorus stamps you “Not Quite Okay.”

Lyrics:

Filed the form, he wore cologne
Typed his heart on a monochrome
Box five blinked, "Have you felt before?"
He typed, "Yeah, maybe once, not sure"
Passport thick, a moody frame
Backwards glue, he blamed the name
They asked for proof of kissing style
He sent a selfie, took a while

The clerk said, "Filed, your vibe's too great"
Section nine gave you away
He rewrote tales of passion bright
Auto-correct dimmed down the night

The memo said, "Bring joy, not dread"
He showed a meme of a pug instead
They asked for love, deep in the beat
Form B-13 got dancing feet
I once had butterflies in spring
Now I just hum and never cling

Filed for love with mild caffeine
Submitted dreams in a dotted screen
They said my hugs were out of sync
I swayed too wide, I didn't blink

They wanted tears, fresh, full of flair
He sent some drops caught in his hair
"No return" was strict demand
Tears must sparkle, fall on hand
My friend said, "Bro, just fake delight"
He danced in socks under disco light
But still they stamped, "Not quite okay"
Filed as love in the lost display

Form C-3 from pigeon corp
"Do you deserve a warm report?"
He checked, "Maybe", spilled his tea
The box got wet, "Oh, yes, for me"
They asked for love, checked all the marks
But they found gaps between the sparks
I bubble-wrapped my heart with care
They said, "Too fragile, unaware"

Filed for love and danced too late
Now Cupid works for Section 8
I passed the rhythm, missed the flame
They stamped my joy with someone's name

Love delayed

Filed for Love (Indie Rock Version)

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