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, there's a hundred blinking eyes
Proving cities 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
