Tide

Ink on a pad

But while it bleeds this plane will leave me in a drag, and that's a fact

I've been, dodging your calls

I've been counting the odds of whether or not this is meant to be after all

And I get too caught up in the situation, of whether or not I'm chasing the real dream

Or living a fast life in a simulation

Cause I don't know what to do, or what to say

But you seem to find me anyways

Right

Turn it up