Из альбома: Armchair Martian
Western wear and polished hair
Talk or stare I'm barely there
You know that I'm secretly not fine
Even though my mind's in tow
I rattle off words I barely know
You know that I'm secretly not fine
And you, the one I knew
You were the only one worth talking to
Guess I made you mad, better yet I made you
Spoke the love gone through
But I can't recall who to send it to
I'm alright here, secretly not fine
Opposite, we're opposite
We could be tired and barely be sick
You know that I'm secretly not fine
Even though my mind's in tow
I rattle off words I barely know
You know that I'm secretly not fine
And you, the one I knew
You were the only one worth talking to
Guess I made you mad, or better yet I made you
Spoke the love gone through
But I can't recall who to send it to
I'm alright here, secretly not fine
Fine enough
Fine enough
When I said I'd
Fall to my knees and cry
Kinda giving in on something you never know in time
Find the one you want
You find out that it's not
Find the one you want and you'd say anything, anytime