Hi
Is this a good time?
I need a good cry but you can take five to park your car
Bye
That was a good fight
I told a good lie
(Hid my bad side)
(I'm the good guy)
I'm the bright-side lights-out bedtime, baby
Pretty in the dark
Never far, just one arm's length from you
And you don't like the quiet
I don't mind it
You say "Violet"
I say "I'm just thinking" like I always do
Always obtuse
Loose in saying later
And tight when time to choose
And ooh
What's there to use?
One revealing voicemail
One unhealing bruise
I lose in every version of tomorrow
What's most harmful is my grip on May and June
And you don't like the quiet
Well I don't like the dark
You go park and I'll stay one arm's length and far away from you