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Hoping
Punk
Hoping was released on June 14, 2024 by Special Heart as a part of the album Threat Below - EP
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Release DateJune 14, 2024
LabelSpecial Heart
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Lee
Robert Lee
Songwriter
Hannah Levy
Hannah Levy
Songwriter
Malhar Singh
Malhar Singh
Songwriter
Ian White
Ian White
Songwriter

Lyrics

We drafted a constitution
And back then it's silly to say
But I did have faith in the law
Uneasy matrimony scribble atop the dotted line
I'm not there yet
But I whisper to myself
Some love is taught
Back then had a metal straw for a spine
Movement was limited
But in that stiffness
I did stand tall
I'm looser now
If only the vertigo would let up
Who knows where I'd move or how
Probably further than my driveway
I was hoping for the sake of a smile
I could stay back for a little while
Doors are open
I could see for a mile
In the bathroom with a chip in the tile
But I can't remember your name
Back then
Traffic patterns were narrow
I would never would roam
Just follow mental maps of the vents
Though stuffy at best
Sometimes I miss knowing where I'd go
Questions we asked
(Wait for me in the car)
Weren't of the probing kind
But the back of my mind
(Just want a look)
It goes beyond
(At the sandbox)
Every time words weren't said
We had to write them instead
Back then never needed a sweater
The weather was temperate
I had ease etched into my bones
One day when, can't remember
Flushed the maps, slammed the door, made it my mission
Meandering solely to catch me a cold
I was hoping for the sake of a smile
I could stay back for a little while
Doors are open
I could see for a mile
In the bathroom with a chip in the tile
But I can't remember your name
Though it plagues me the same
Driving in the back of cars
On the way to missed appointments
Miss that old dingy yard
Hard to try and avoid it
Wordless, sterile, fight confusion
Counterclockwise for the day
Sunken panels start to loosen
Fissures splitting spewing grey
All my efforts disappearing
Try and sit with twisted guts
Try to tolerate the feeling
Fight it, forecast, shameful hunt
Wordless, sterile, secret bleeding
Lost my sense down on the cusp
I just can't take this feeling
Don't look, I'm sick, lick the dust
Written by: Hannah Levy, Ian White, Malhar Singh, Robert Lee
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