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