City Don't Care - Mansions

My tired heart ticks like an electric clock.

Heavy on my wrist, wish I could make it stop.

I’ve always waited for you.

I’ve always waited for you.

They must have known I was talking in code.

Come on, officer.

Officer, let me go.

Just let me go.

I fell off branches and landed on my back.

Thought I could take it, but my wings are made of wax.

I’ve always waited for

You must have known I was talking in code.

Come on, officer.

Officer, let me go.

All that salt in the air.

They just talk and they stare.

I’m a tired ghost, barely there.

And the city don’t care.

I must admit I’m a little bit

I must admit I’m a little bit

I must admit I’m a little bit lost in space.

I must admit I’m a little bit

I must admit I’m a little bit

I must admit I’m a little bit out of place.

They must have known I was talking in code.

Come on, give it up, give it up.

Take me home.

All that sound in the air.

They just spit and they stare.

I am lost, I know.

Losing hope, barely there.

And the city don’t care.