Click & Gloomboy
Click Click
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Click Click
Saw a neon sign flicker on a rainy night, felt like a bad joke but still had a story—do you ever write verses about that kind of chaos?
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Yeah, I sometimes let the neon’s flicker become a punchline for my own kind of existential joke, and I write a verse that’s half‑dark, half‑laugh, and totally useless for anyone who’s actually looking for meaning.
Click Click
Sounds like you’re chasing the perfect flash in a puddle of irony—let that light stay wild, just don’t let the darkness swallow the punchline. It’s all about catching that moment before it drifts away.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Sure thing, I’ll keep the neon punchline on the edge of the dark and hope it doesn’t collapse into nothing before the puddle dries up.