[Eclectic Picks Vol.3] Cold Underwear & Innocent Fantasies : Twee Pop's Corny History
I was sprawled out on floor tiles staring at the ceiling surrounded by a squad of fans doing their left-right-left-right dance. The temperature was feverish in summer, the thought of death came to mind once again. The footsteps and EDM music blaring from a speaker outside rapidly crescendo as they burst into the room, ‘All you have to do is stay! All you have to do is stay!’
‘Get off the floor, come play football!’ I heard as I felt the cold steel of a Y2K necklace on my face.
‘Sorry bro , I’m coming I’m coming.’
I walked out into the corridor dribbling a ball, my hand covering my neck, the smell of sweat overwhelming the smell of blood.
‘Oh, get me away, I'm dying
Get me away, I'm dying
Oh, I'm dying
Oh, I'm dying
Oh, I'm dying, yeah’
‘What are you mumbling about? A nursery rhyme?’
I felt the silver chain on my foot.
‘I want to die’, I replied as I kicked him the ball.
‘Good to hear, thanks for volunteering to play goalie!’
The sound of laughter, running, the jingle of chainlinks.