I'm not gonna talk to any girls
I'm not gonna smile or wink at
Send mixed signals, make them think that
I'm not gonna ask them out on dates
Shudder under fathers gazes
Take them out to fancy places
I'm not singing to the angels
I'm not gonna fall in love again
I don't want to kiss you anymore
I don't want that happy feeling
Makes my brain go through the ceiling
I don't want to call you on the phone
No more throwing stones at windows
Splitting blankets, sharing pillows
I'm not singing to the angels
I'm not gonna think of you no more
I don't want to hurt myself again
Won't go through the way that I felt then
If there was one thing I could invent
I'd go back in time and stop myself
I'm not gonna think of you at all
I won't cry, I've learned my lessons
Even at my most defenseless
I'm not gonna talk to any girls
What's the point in cheap romances
I'll be fine, I'll take my chances
I'm not singing to the angels
I'm not gonna fall in love again
credits
from Violinism,
released July 3, 2009
Brett: piano, bass guitar, drums, vocals
Lo-fi experimental synth music from the Estonian producer and frequent Dean Blunt Collaborator, crafted in conjunction with a graphic novel. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2024