I’m tired
Hollowed out
I’ve lost the will to write at all
I play your songs
That I found a record of
It really chills me out

I find it hard to sleep
With the worlds weight stitched in my sheets
But then I put you on

Hiroshi
I think it’s time I get over it
‘Cos I’m not built to last

Small mistakes
Things that I’ll forget about
The tides will turn around

Is it true that he’s running again?
Will this mole mean I wind up dead?
Oh, I should send her a text
And did they ever find that plane in the end?
Did he really go to Pizza Express?
Oh, why only now do I care?

I find it hard to sleep
Without my ‘Air In Resort’ MP3
So much has been going wrong

Hiroshi
I think it’s time I get over it
‘Cos I’m not built to last

Small mistakes
Things that I’ll forget about
The tides will turn around

Around
Around
Around
Around

(Slow it down)

Oh, don’t look back
The days are longer now
The trains are sorted out
What’s left to do?
I’m asking you
Well I’ve gotta sort myself out
I thought it last night
I’m just a blip in the world
All of my problems are small
They don’t matter at all
I hate to say it
I’m so solemn-soaked and basic
Time to get over it
Time to forget
I’ve got a life to document
Like all of the small mistakes