A canvas painting in my wardrobe
A letter sent from years ago
Come find me I am lying
In the corner of your bathroom floor
I can never quite settle
When people always leave
But so do I
With all these thoughts that I'm chasing
I'll buckle up my seatbelt
If it's what I've got to do
I'm yet to admit
I'm still a little in love with you
Remember what my mother told me when I was young
Shame's the worst of feelings, my son
I'll buckle up my seatbelt
If it's what I've got to do
I'm yet to admit
I'm still a little in love with you
All I hope is that I never come undone
And that the best is yet to come