Cold Goodbyes Songtext
von Gracie Abrams

Bottle on the table
I′m not always kind
Wrote a note addressed to no one
Left for somebody to find
"Wish we try to hold her
Should've kept an open line"
I′m imagining again, it's past my bedtime

I know a better than cold goodbyes
I still make believe them sometimes


Look at all these people
Do I have to play tonight?
Used to know what landed well for me
But now it's hard to find
In the hay, I am the needle
There′s 100 blinking eyes
Proving cities are for lonely dear in headlights

I come up for air to a few times, I
I can′t get it right, can't I

And you don′t mean to bother
But there's something on my face
It′s this subtlest expression
I should change it just in case
If the questioning starts coming
In half hearted show of faith
Now the aliens are asking if I'm okay

I′m far out, I'm by the shoreline, I
I, I lived there in my spare time
I know better than cold goodbyes, I
I still make believe them sometimes