Biscuits

(альбом: Self Talk - 2016)

I know I'm the one you regret
Always chasing what's next but
Wherever you are
Whatever you need I hope you're
Being met

Drove to the coast to forget
Found your note, my coat pocket
I had to become
What you saw in me to know just
What I'd lost

I followed every sugar rush
Ran away but at what cost
When every taste
Was a pale you
I hope you're being met

We look up and throw names at stars
These kids they keep tagging my car
Fear that time will erase
But my memory won't fight you

Out there in the spinning dark
There's a song, little radio ache
And it's enough
That it once passed by you

I know my wishes are forfeit
Messages have gone unread
For every black out
You find your cigarettes
I hope you're being met