Spare Time - Shortly

I see you’re out again, I hear that you’re doing fine

And I guess that’s okay, I guess I don’t mind

I was a fool back then, I was out of line

I told you I loved you because I felt alive and I don’t

I don’t know

My mother’s old brother’s guitar strings

Have finally broken, like all things do

Am I a piece of who you are now?

Do you carry me around?

Do you cast me out like I do to you?

Like I do to you

Maybe I should grow up

Maybe I should be fine

Or maybe I am make believe

Maybe I am the puppet strings

Maybe I am the spare time you spent between your sheets

Maybe I am the spare time you spent between your sheets

I am the spare time

And your time

And your time