Meet Me In the Pocket
Q and Not U Lyrics


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Flattered by your wish to kill me,
I blush pixels on and out.
I blush at your request to kill me.
This thank-you note is for faking it.

We're working in a coma for a check and a chance.
We're sleeping in a panic with the pixels and ads.
Oh, demands.
Dance or hang it up.

We're sympathetic to chance.
Working through a coma for some cheque and a chance,
Sleeping in a panic with some pixels and ads,
Harming every tissue for some ticker tape pants.

Everybody ruins.
You can dance or hang it up.
Soften the tones and I'll always make time.
Packing up on site, two thousand rooms.





Travel in tombs, and I'll always make time.
Hang it up.

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Q and Not U's "Meet Me In the Pocket" might seem jarring and even alarming at first. Starting with "Flattered by your wish to kill me," singer Chris Richards introduces a sense of danger and tension that only intensifies as the song goes on. However, a closer look at the lyrics reveals a deeper meaning that goes beyond just shock value.


One interpretation of the lyrics is that they are a commentary on the pressures and demands of modern society, particularly in the context of work and advertising. The lines "We're working in a coma for a check and a chance/We're sleeping in a panic with the pixels and ads" suggest that people are so consumed by work and the constant stream of media messages that they are almost in a state of hypnosis. The reference to "pixels" and "ads" highlights how technology and marketing have become ubiquitous parts of our lives, further contributing to this sense of overwhelming stimulation.


Line by Line Meaning

Flattered by your wish to kill me,
Feeling appreciative of the fact that you want to defeat me,


I blush pixels on and out.
I'm embarrassed and humbled by your request and response,


This thank-you note is for faking it.
A sarcastic gratitude to the person who pretends like they like me,


We’re working in a coma for a check and a chance.
We're working with little to no energy, in hopes of getting a break and some money,


We’re sleeping in a panic with the pixels and ads.
We're anxiously resting, surrounded by commercials and technology,


Oh, demands.
Acknowledging the various things that are required of us,


Dance or hang it up.
Succeed or give up and stop trying,


We’re sympathetic to chance.
We understand the element of luck that comes into play,


Harming every tissue for some ticker tape pants.
Suffering physically to achieve financial success,


Everybody ruins.
No one is perfect and everyone has flaws,


You can dance or hang it up.
Either keep trying or give up,


Soften the tones and I’ll always make time.
If you approach me kindly, I’ll be available to you,


Packing up on site, two thousand rooms.
Gathering belongings in a large location,


Travel in tombs, and I’ll always make time.
Even if it’s difficult, I’ll try to be available to you,


Hang it up.
Give up and stop trying,




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