Bottle on the table, I'm not always kind
Wrote a note addressed to no one, left for somebody to find
"I wish we tried to hold her, 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
Mm-mm
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, therе's a hundred blinking eyes
Proving citiеs are for lonely deer in headlights
I come up for air too few times
I
I can't get it right, can I?
Mm-mm
And 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 in half-hearted show of faith
Now the aliens are asking if I'm okay
I am far out, I'm by the shoreline
I'm
I, I live there in my spare time
I
Know better than cold goodbyes
I
I still make-believe them sometimes
Mm-mm
