

(tick tock tick tock)
You sent a text at ten past nine
Said you're pulling off the bypass line
Beside a rental with the trunk flung wide
But your green dot says you're still inside
Five minutes away, that's what you write Underneath the lonely freeway light
(liar, liar)
An empty road under a hollow sky
No headlights moving, just a quiet lie
Out on the concrete,
cold and grey While you are miles and miles away!
I see the dust clouds on the screen
Tracing the path where you should have been
Standing frozen by an open trunk
All my patience has slowly sunk
Five minutes away...
(just a lie,
just a
lie)