Maybe now or not cause I’m getting the feel of knowing that you’ll never want me around
Wrote a note, spilled my soul, got nowhere to go now that I’ve laid it out for you to know
I took a number, waited in the queue
I never once thought that you’d be cruel
Just like the time I carried all your books, you never turned up like you said that afternoon
Too scared to ask if you will be this day my valentine
Your locker’s bursting with cards everywhere, signed little hearts and scribbly words
I’ll even rent me a tuxedo if that’s gonna make you laugh, you bet I will
It’s 4 o’clock, got my phone and I’m ready to go, psyched myself up just to make this call
Penned it down, memorised, practiced with a mirror, I might flunk but hey I’ll take my chances
I took a number, waited in the queue
I never once thought that you’d be cruel
Just like the time I carried all your books, you never turned up like you said that afternoon
Too scared to ask if you will be this day my valentine
Your locker’s bursting with cards everywhere, signed little hearts and scribbly words
I’ll even rent me a tuxedo if that’s gonna make you laugh, you bet I will
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015