What a road I´ve taken, I´m not always kind Wrote a note addressed to no one, left for somebody to find I wish we tried to hold on, should´ve kept an open line
I´m imagining again, it´s past my bedtime
I know better than cold goodbyes Mm I still make believe them sometimes Oh
Look at all these people, do I have to play tonight? Used to know what landed well for me, but now it´s hard to find In the hay I am the needle, there´s a hundred blinking eyes Proving cities are for lonely deer in headlights
I come up for air too few times Ohh I can´t get it right, can´t hide
Oh
You don´t mean to bother, but there´s something on my face It´s the subtlest expression, I should change it just in case The questioning starts coming, and half hollowed out your faith Now the aliens are asking if I´m okay
And I´m far out, I´m by the shoreline I I, I live there in my spare time Mm And I know better than cold goodbyes Ah I still make believe them sometimes