Return to Sender

Playing dead on the blacktop You brought a blanket just in case You fall asleep But you can't stop staring at the stars Confirmation bias You tell me Mercury's to blame For everything that left you here Laying down above the cars in motion Playing cards on the top bunk Or passing out on moving trains I think the scenery has brought A little colour to your eyes Apologies on a napkin In stolen pen from that hotel Say it's not easy interacting When there's something on your mind, ooh Staring at an empty sky But maybe I'm not seeing clearly Waiting here for your reply But maybe you just didn't hear me Laying on the cold hard ground I called it off in late November And still you never made a sound All I get's "return to sender" Staring at an empty sky But maybe I'm not seeing clearly Waiting here for your reply But maybe you just didn't hear me Laying on the cold hard ground I called it off in late November And still you never made a sound Yeah I get nothing