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
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
Oh
I can’t get it right, can I?
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
In half-hearted show of faith
Now the aliens are asking if I'm okay

And I'm far out, I'm by the shoreline
I'm, I, I live there in my spare time
Mm
And I know better than cold goodbyes
Oh, oh, still make believe them sometimes