raised by 2 scientists but i think astrology’s neat
i text u abt timelines while mine falls apart at my feet
in some universe i’m wearin pink
we brush hands on the subway
u look back and blink
and u miss me forever
but i never see u again
take my cues from whatever i see on the screen
a girl from the movies, i’ll be her if that’s what u need
you’re a getaway driver
i’m ur favorite song
so i sing u to safety
pretend nothing’s wrong
we ride into the sunset
but i know that shit never lasts
i know alternate timelines won’t save my neck
crash the car and u stop just to stare at the wreck
going down and i’ll only bring u along
i’ll believe in whatever my phone says i should
fuck reality ill cling to what makes me feel good
pseudosciences my horoscope got it all wrong
perfect on paper but maybe the stars misaligned
the song’s the wrong tempo and we just met at the wrong time
back on that subway we’re both looking back
but please don’t miss ur train u know better than that
for once in my life i just don’t have the words
falling in love while the world fucking burns
but this timeline
for what it’s worth
oh this timeline
though it hurts
oh this timeline
i don’t think it’s the worst
Americana collides with ’90s alt-pop on the latest from Veronica Lewis, which sets potent vocals atop lush instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2024