Sitting on the First Rock From the Sun

I think I'm getting better at goodbyes

I hope I'm getting worse at telling lies

Looking for a hut to get some rest

Just tryna stop this pounding in my chest

I'm sitting on the first rock from the sun

Mercury is laughing at the shape of things to come

I'm done trying so hard to be nice

What's the point when you never think twice?

Laughter always haunts these hallways when I'm on my own

Counteracts like foggy glass

The past is on the phone

Sitting on the first rock from the sun

Mercury is laughing at the shape of things to come

And I think I'm getting better at goodbyes

Doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo

Doo

Yeah, I think I'm getting

Better

At goodbyes