Records in the Dark

She’s working through her flask

Playing records in the dark

Taking photos when he asks

Yeah you hope that he loves you

She talks to me in class

And we’re smoking in the park

But I’m always in the dark

When I say can I come too

Don’t gimme a call at 2 and just

You need me to call you good enough

But when I call your phone is off

Don’t want truth because

You know I can break you down, down

You know I can break you down

You know I can break you down, down, down

Don’t

Don’t gimme a call at 2 and just

You need me to call you good enough

But when I call your phone is off

Don’t want truth because

You know I can break you down, down

You know I can break you down

You know I can break you down, down, down

No

I met at Wentworth Park

And I tell her about my past

And she nods along but starts crying about her ex-boyfriend

(Friend)

“Can you believe he spoke

To me last night just to cope

With the fact he’s going broke

Cause he got stopped doing oxies?”

(Really)

There’s something about the time

That sat we spent together lying

In our own respective misery

Like trauma’s a contest

And after all this time

And the birthday cards were fine

I thought I could stay reminded

I should stop making friends like you

Don’t gimme a call at 2 and just

You need me to call you good enough

But when I call your phone is off

Don’t want truth because

You know I can break you down, down

You know I can break you down

You know I can break you down, down, down

Don’t

Don’t gimme a call at 2 and just

You need me to call you good enough

But when I call your phone is off

Don’t want truth because

You know I can break you down, down

You know I can break you down

You know I can break you down, down, down

No