Lyrics: Noa Kidd/Amy Mifsud/Harry Moulston
Music: Noa Kidd/Amy Mifsud/Harry Moulston
It’s bits and bobs
It’s little things
The cogs are turning
Untie myself
From all your mess
And all your yearning
Your sour sweat
Your move in me
When we were burning
When you get drunk
That dormant softboy
Cruel comes lurking
Truth told
You’re trash
beneath your Carhartt baby
Behold
The lies below your moustache
make me
Eye roll
Half asleep
Keep going baby
So close,
Yet so very far
A technophobe
My thumbs don’t work
I’m sorry, baby
My phone is broke
My head is sore
My schedule’s crazy
I saw you out
I hid my face
My coat betrayed me
I hate your walk
Your bounding steps
Like you know you’ll take me
Truth told
You’re trash
beneath your Carhartt baby
Behold
The lies below your moustache
make me
Eye roll
Half asleep
Keep going baby
So close,
Yet so very far