Good 4 Me

I turn like your guts I turn like the tide at night When the foam goes yellow at the edges I tried Did you Did I Fate never had my back It had my arms You’re in between the lines I write it down again it’s like an alarm But I’m not sure what for Or where it came from ‘don’t know what’s good for me Can I blame it on I don’t know what’s bad for me Another organ I miss the traffic in the rain in the city walking home lights up the tarmac Catching eyes through the car’s black windows tv screens switching channels too fast I drop the colours drop the glances are always for the puddles for the drains I don’t know what’s good for me Can I blame it on I don’t know what’s bad for me Another organ