Forgiving Spree
Slowly Slowly · Forgiving Spree
But I got the streetlights
I wanted charming
But I got the snake bites
I wanted a clear path
I ended up kneeling
I wanted a blood moon
But I got the ceiling
I broke a mirror last year
I stepped under a ladder
Saw a black cat in my dreams
I opened my arms to every bad omen
That a fortune teller sees
God was giving me nothing
But I left a message on his answering machine
I won't forget this mess
Remember my face
It'll be the last one you ever see
On my forgiving spree
I got a chip on my shoulder
She found me but why
She offered me patience
She said give it time
I wanted it simple
She taught me to smile
She said it's the only, only, only
Way to survive
I broke a mirror last year
I stepped under a ladder
Saw a black cat in my dreams
I opened my arms to every bad omen
That a fortune teller sees
God was giving me nothing
But I left a message on his answering machine
I won't forget this mess
Remember my face
It'll be the last one you ever see
On my forgiving spree
Oh woah, on my forgiving spree
Oh woah, on my forgiving spree
Oh woah, on my forgiving spree
She said it's the only, only, only
Way to survive
I broke a mirror last year
I stepped under a ladder
Saw a black cat in my dreams
I opened my arms to every bad omen
That a fortune teller sees
God was giving me nothing
But I left a message on his answering machine
I won't forget this mess
Remember my face
It'll be the last one you ever see
On my forgiving spree
Oh woah, on my forgetting spree
Oh woah
About Forgiving Spree
"Forgiving Spree" finds Slowly Slowly in a pop-minded frame, where a clear central idea and emotional directness are the real strengths. The song works best when its main melodic and rhythmic ideas are allowed to speak plainly, without being crowded by unnecessary decoration. There is a welcome sense of proportion in the way the music presents itself: the hook has room to land, while the surrounding moments support it instead of competing for attention. That restraint gives the performance room to breathe and makes the emotional color feel earned rather than imposed. For listeners returning to Slowly Slowly, the song offers a compact example of how mood, pacing, and a recognizable point of view can meet in one place. It is a track for focused listening, especially when the details around the main idea begin to reveal their own quiet pull. The clarity of that approach is its own strength, because it lets the feeling come through without turning every moment into a dramatic demand. Even when it aims for immediacy, the track avoids feeling disposable because its atmosphere remains distinct after the final note. Its emotional center stays firmly in view throughout.