Pocky from Progress Bakery by Eliza Niemi

Pocky stick in the high rise
Gettin ready to play the gig
Feelin lucky for my guys
But I don’t know how to feel this big

This flyyyyy
Eatin strawberry pocky while I cry
Start to laugh as I lock eyes
With the businessman outside

In the building over
And I regret being so
Completely sober
Wipe my mouth and turn to go

chorus:
Beyond static, past fiction, signs and symbols, dirty kitchen
Like a hospital – smells off
swell up, get hard, crack, go soft

I see your hands at the movies
glowing in the light as I look down
dry and veiny beauty
And it makes me sorta like mine now

They renovated the fish tank
but kept the whole rest of the place the same
Keep going over which banks
I’ll have to call and give your name

You started wearing that bright red
The new sweater from your guy at school
I’m writing songs in my head
While you’re going over stuff with me — is that cruel?

(chorus)

Will it be what I wanted?
Will it be how I pictured it?
We never really got it
and how could we get it, we only practiced a little bit

And as expected but a shock to me
It was really weird and out of tune
it wasn’t what I wanted it to be
And I kept looking outside for you

People talking through the set in the back
and that’s alright with me
it made me feel a little more relaxed
Made me feel a little more at peace

cuz I don’t wanna be looked at
I don’t wanna be made to see
I just wanna ask “what’s that?”
And shut your door when you start to beep

• Pop
• cello
• slice of life
• Toronto