I think that you look better With your bones out of your face But who am I to tell you How I feel or what to say I'm too awkward to move With that look like lines engraved So I'll pretend I stayed
Please don't go
Sometimes I wish that I could block All of the lanes of traffic Sometimes I wish that I was just A bit more charismatic Sometimes I wish that I could be locked Up in the attic With all my secrets Static and charged
I'm too old
Last night while we slept you didn't Move a muscle I thought that you were dead Pumped your heart until it shuffled Your fingers in the bed Your feet under the covers So let's bury our faces in the pillows