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letra de the heat foretold - plumes

[verse 1]
i wasn’t throwing sticks and stones but i’ve been tryna break some bones
with words that may well hurt
cause bitter reading, signs had shown that summer would be spent alone
construe plans to desert
that concept of alone well known to mean a chorus save one tone
can’t keep my cries covert
that single seed of hope i’d sown turned spite when nothing much had grown
i learned to curse the dirt

[chorus]
how wrong it was, that vision of a different love to shove your memory
swapping docks for doorkn-b locks is fine with me
cause as it turns out, i’m the man of the year

[verse 2]
january april span produced a d-ck’s preemptive ban
indulgently contrived
doubts were strong you’d ever land quite close enough to kick the can
on a galling second try
when suddenly i cancel plans as heart is racing still i stand
your message just arrived
spotting flames you fold the fan that i imagined in your hand
which you extend to mine

[chorus]
how wrong it was, that vision of a different love to shove your memory
swapping docks for doorkn-b locks is fine with me
cause as it turns out, i’m the man of the year
[bridge]
for so long i thought i’d never find you coming back here
for so long i thought it’d never be the same
for so long i was embarrassed to be finding myself
imagining getting to say no to your face
rip me open purge these sour humors from my circuits
stitch me up and force-feed me with liquid luck
render songs i gave with tone of resignation silly
that old cycle’s broken, now i feel unstuck
cause i’m going up, we keep on going up, now it’s you who brings me up, oh this keeps on going up

[verse 3]
from a restless night i heal while bussing to a day ideal
we sit up in our row
many months of time conceal the sharing of thoughts deemed too real
when wakefully composed
but dozing off on moving wheels the carelessness of slumber steals
a chance for daring prose
patience now it might reveal the full extent of how we feel
afraid yet to expose

[chorus]
how wrong it was, that vision of a different love to shove your memory
swapping docks for doorkn-b locks is fine with me
cause as it turns out, i’m the man of the year

- plumes

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