Personal Best - Maisie Peters

August was two blue bikes we don’t use now you drive

Mm-mm

Apple juice, tipping wine

Oh, what’s yours is always mine

Mm-mm

And the months flew like swallows to sea

Now you’re calling my phone instead of my street

Are you dancing whilst I am asleep?

Do you miss having me beside you…

In the front of your car on the way home

Speeding past Brighton, with our arms out to 'Halo'

And I’d walk into the wild if you’d say so

Oh, and that was then

Oh, and that was then

You were my favourite escape in the city

And I don’t feel right unless you are here with me

All that we are is the greatest of victories

You’re my per-er-ersonal best

My personal be-est

September was plastic bags

Cutlery and news we had

Mm-mm

Missing you when I walked

The party’s over, can you talk?

Mm-mm

And the months flew like swallows to sea

Now you’re calling my phone instead of my street

Are you dancing whilst I am asleep?

Do you miss having me beside you…

In the front of your car on the way home

Speeding past Brighton, with our arms out to 'Halo'

And I’d walk into the wild if you’d say so

Oh, and that was then

Oh, and that was then

You were my favourite escape in the city

And I don’t feel right unless you are here with me

All that we are is the greatest of victories

You’re my per-er-ersonal best

My personal be-est

Seven hours, longest drive

I wait for you, station side

Heart is half 'til you say

«I missed you»