Raindrops on the Glass

Melancholic, dreamy pop, broken raspy female vocals, xylophone, dark, angry, bossanova, garage, moderne, avant garde, french, drunk, slurry, chaos, crust

March 17, 2025 at 3:52 PMv3.5

(Verse 1)
I saw you through the raindrops on the glass,
but I guess you didn't see me.
I thought, what a fucking ass,
there you go, all carefree

(Verse 2)
You always swore you weren’t the type,
all smooth talk, no room for doubt.
Guess you’re just another cliché life writes,
a love song that got scratched out.

(Chorus)
But I won’t cry, I won’t break,
I’ll drink my coffee, light my cigarette,
paint my nails in deep midnight black,
smirk at the past and not look back.

(Verse 3)
Booked a flight, bought a brand-new dress,
red like the flags I chose to ignore.
Found a bar, left my new address,
just in case you miss me at your door.

(Bridge)
Your name’s a joke I tell at night,
with lipstick smears on whiskey glass.
She’ll learn the punchline in due time,
but darling, I won’t be your past.

(Chorus - Variation)
No, I won’t cry, I won’t break,
I’ll dance alone in neon haze,
raise my glass to my own fate,
and laugh about my wasted days.

(Outro)
I saw you through the raindrops on the glass,
but you didn’t get to see me.

(Verse 1) I saw you through the raindrops on the glass, but I guess you didn't see me. I thought, what a fucking ass, there you go, all carefree (Verse 2) You always swore you weren’t the type, all smooth talk, no room for doubt. Guess you’re just another cliché life writes, a love song that got scratched out. (Chorus) But I won’t cry, I won’t break, I’ll drink my coffee, light my cigarette, paint my nails in deep midnight black, smirk at the past and not look back. (Verse 3) Booked a flight, bought a brand-new dress, red like the flags I chose to ignore. Found a bar, left my new address, just in case you miss me at your door. (Bridge) Your name’s a joke I tell at night, with lipstick smears on whiskey glass. She’ll learn the punchline in due time, but darling, I won’t be your past. (Chorus - Variation) No, I won’t cry, I won’t break, I’ll dance alone in neon haze, raise my glass to my own fate, and laugh about my wasted days. (Outro) I saw you through the raindrops on the glass, but you didn’t get to see me.