Bummer Swells - Bellows

Can you remember me, strong like I pretend to be

A twenty-year-old's fantasy of impressing you with songs

But I got lost in bummer swells, noisy pops and MIDI bells

And before I had the chance to yell I’m losing once again

Four o’clock the waiting ends, F connecting to the M

Waiting for a text to send, «are you finished with your mom?»

Four o’clock the waiting ends, J connecting from the M

Myrtle-Broadway once again, rising with the sun

Sweet soft city light, always sad in summer time

Sleeping off too many drinks, lying on the ground

But he will never rise again, smiling to greet his friends

And he will never turn around or come this way again

Sweet soft city light, always sad in summer time

Sleeping off too many drinks, lying on the ground

But he will never rise again, smiling to greet his friends

And he will never turn around or come this way again