"Well...sometimes that's a good thing? M-Maybe that sounds weird but... like, technology's getting more advanced all the time but sometimes the older things are just...I-I dunno. Nice, I guess?" ₪ • ◑ • ❖ • ⊗ • 回 [artist]
Alright, I'm on Johnson Avenue in San Luis Obispo And I'm five years old or six, maybe And indications that there's something wrong with our new house Trip down the wire twice daily
I'm in the living room watching the Watergate hearings While my stepfather yells at my mother Launches a glass across the room, straight at her head And I dash upstairs to take cover
Lean in close to my little record player on the floor So this is what the volume knob's for I listen to dance music Dance music
Okay, so look, I'm 17 years old And you're the last, best thing I've got going But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you What am I supposed to do? No way of knowing
So I follow you down your twisting alleyways Find a few cul de sacs of my own There's only one place this road ever ends up And I don't want to die alone
WIRT
Another one of the first people Alphys met in Wonderland, Wirt firmly falls into the "probably has as much anxiety as her if not more" club, and therefore she feels inclined to protect him, when she too isn't freaking out. They haven't gotten the chance to talk much in Wonderland, despite running into each other a few times in AU settings, and because of it she does feel like she should reach out to them... when she stops being anxious over that, too.
In the end, Wirt reminds herself a lot of her when she was about that age, and she'd love to be a voice of reason when she can- but she's also afraid their relationship might end up more like hers and Frisk's, where she leans on children too heavily. Still, she hopes they can find some common ground where both of them can talk and not be so nervous.
wirt.
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[artist]
Alright, I'm on Johnson Avenue in San Luis Obispo
And I'm five years old or six, maybe
And indications that there's something wrong with our new house
Trip down the wire twice daily
I'm in the living room watching the Watergate hearings
While my stepfather yells at my mother
Launches a glass across the room, straight at her head
And I dash upstairs to take cover
Lean in close to my little record player on the floor
So this is what the volume knob's for
I listen to dance music
Dance music
Okay, so look, I'm 17 years old
And you're the last, best thing I've got going
But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you
What am I supposed to do? No way of knowing
So I follow you down your twisting alleyways
Find a few cul de sacs of my own
There's only one place this road ever ends up
And I don't want to die alone
In the end, Wirt reminds herself a lot of her when she was about that age, and she'd love to be a voice of reason when she can- but she's also afraid their relationship might end up more like hers and Frisk's, where she leans on children too heavily. Still, she hopes they can find some common ground where both of them can talk and not be so nervous.