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