Eve Christina - tangled

Talk to the stranger who lives in your body
Not much to say bet she thinks badly of me
I drove an hour and a half out of habit
Then spent the whole evening assessing the damage
Hate cancelling plans so we cried at the concert
There's salt on my hands and red wine on your collar
Tonight we're just fans of a band singing indie
But I feel a sickness developing in me
Consciously standing a metre apart
We can't be trusted alone in the dark
The man on the stage keeps on singing about you
And I'd do the same thing but I'm not allowed to
I'm not a painter no I'm used to scrawling
Just look at the state of the line that I'm drawing
Try to forget all the times we were tangled
Starting again we decay and dismantle
Something's changing
Mind erasing
Something's changing
Try the forget all the times we were tangled
Mind erasing
Starting again we decay and dismantle

Written by:
Eve Whittemore

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