For You (Midnight Call) Orla Gartland

Gloopy sticky sadness
A self-inflicted madness
We're right in the thick of it, I know

Like a swim through honey
At the New Year's party
Oh, I'm not the psycho that you say
But I find it weird that you're okay, okay

You paint those tears on your face
Knowing that I can't walk away
Oh, I'm really trying to hate you
That would be so much easier than all this drama
Making it so much harder

Now I can't be your midnight call
I can't be your one and all
It's hard to forget it, but now that we've said it
Oh, I need some time alone

So I can't be your long weekend
No, I can't be your drunk best friend
All those things I was before, I can't be them anymore

For you
Oh, for you