Biscuits - Olympia

I know I’m the one you regret

Always chasing what’s next but

Wherever you are

Whatever you need I hope you’re

Being met

Drove to the coast to forget

Found your note, my coat pocket

I had to become

What you saw in me to know just

What I’d lost

I followed every sugar rush

Ran away but at what cost

When every taste

Was a pale you

I hope you’re being met

We look up and throw names at stars

These kids they keep tagging my car

Fear that time will erase

But my memory won’t fight you

Out there in the spinning dark

Theres a song, little radio ache

And it’s enough

That it once passed by you

I know my wishes are forfeit

Messages have gone unread

For every black out

You find your cigarettes

I hope you’re being met