Testo Cold Goodbyes

Bottle on the table
I'm not always kind
Wrote a note addressed to no one
Left for somebody to find
"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, hmm
I still make believe them sometimes, hmm

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? Hmm

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
And the questioning starts coming
In half-hearted show of faith
Now the aliens are asking if I'm okay

I'm far out, I'm by the shoreline, I
I, I live there in my spare time

I know better than cold goodbyes, I
I still make believe them sometimes, hmm