Cough It Up
Kit Conway
We’ll never come back
This will be parking
In the backroads
Of our memories
How I made you black tea
And a Biscoff, baby
Would you want this in your dreams?
You would call me
Just to tell me how you’re feeling
But you seem so sorry
There’s a distant part
In the way you talk to me
You were late coming home again
And I’ll be sleeping in
Tomorrow morning comes again
You’ll watch from the door
We’ll never come back
This will be parking
In the backroads
Of our memories
How you got me throat coat tea
And a cough drop baby
Would you want this in your dreams?
You would call me
Just to tell me how you’re feeling
But you seem so sorry
There’s a distant part
In the way you talk to me
Just say something
Cough it up
Just say it