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.