Cycles by Pantsuitguy

Been on the come down lately
I say it's a lie
Still won't call me back baby
I've kept you in mind
I've cut my hair short lovey
Does it look alright
Kept crossing our fingers so tight
Said "some other time"

And she sits
On her phone
I can't picture her alone
And she waits for me to call
But it's not easy
No not at all

Sometime after summer she said meet me on the phone
Thought it was friendly till she said I was her own
Never called her faults baby I can't deny
If perfect was a euphemism for some other time

Double cross triple check that nothing's in my drink
Cycles on repeat baby broken records still spinning

Hear a voice
Is it yours
I forgot what you said before
"Too in love"
"Well you're too drunk"
"Baby you smoke too much"

Sometime after summer she said meet me on the phone
Thought it was friendly till she said I was her own
Never called her faults baby look
I can't deny
Perfect was a euphemism for some other guy

If you ever need nothing, I'll be here for you

• Alternative
• Indie rock
• garage rock revival
• indie pop
• indie rock
• soft rock
• Los Angeles