Tapping your fingers on my glass

Running late almost half past

Past the point of waiting

Past the point of staying

I don’t blame you

If you leave

I’m happy with two drinks alone at a bar with my own damn company

Leave the tab I can take it

Just ain’t ready for the date shit

Call me when you’re ready to take this

To be honest haven’t even left the spaceship

It’s been weeks or months I tell you I can’t count the names

Hazy days are easier with things to blame

I won’t bore you with my complaints

Honest to god my god gave up on me when I drowned my last room of plastic trees

They say I’m spiralling

They say I’m spiralling

They say I’m spiralling

And it’s working slowly

Feeling homey again

Especially when the bottles empty and I feel lonely

Kitchens a mess

I gotta get

Out from under my bed

Out from under my head

Honest to god my god gave up on me when I drowned my last room of plastic trees

They say I’m spiralling

They say I’m spiralling

They say I’m spiralling

But who really gives a damn

They say that I’m spiralling

They say that I’m losing my brain

They say that I’m

Spiralling