Slack Tide Video (MV)

I'm scared one night you'll call me drunk
Tell me all the little things that
You've been doing lately
Saying you've been fine without me

Who am I to judge
Be the bigger man
But all I have are should've saids
And no-one seems to wonder

It's a long, drive, home

Put me on a plane
I don't know if where I'm going to
Whether the basement, whether the west coast
I'm somehow in control
It's not your fault I've ripped my notes to pieces
She said
Stay afloat and don't sink beneath this

I'm remiss these walls you built
With lips against the static
If I ever wake up lost to find some
Comfort in a lawless panic
Hours turn to weeks
I'm convinced that little things are only memories
Insane and apprehensive

It's a long drive home
It's a long, night

Put me on a plane
I don't know if where I'm going to
Whether the basement, whether the west coast
I'm somehow in control
It's not your fault I've ripped my notes to pieces
She said
Stay afloat and don't sink beneath this