Music: Abbey Smith
Mmm, seem like everyone is calling
Now I need a minute alone
Mmm, save your hello, operator
'Cause I left all your shit at the door
Knew you still
Love you still
Overnight and evidentially
My dreams have all been fading, so long
No more time, for severed answers
Second glances and bated questions or playing it small
That's how it goes
And I loved you
Still
That's how it goes
A bill in the mail
A call from the mall
The telephone wires
Don't reach that far anymore
What are we made of
But water & wanderlust?
After all, you're the one who made me feel present
I'm sad of missing somewhere else in the world
What are we made of
But water and wanderlust?
After all
After all