Babbling - Return to Sender Lyrics

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