Two people sad enough to touch
What's the point of laughing when I know it's not enough?
Now I'm saying that I'm nervous and I'm crazy
I think I'm overthinking this too much like you I've had my heart broken too
We're nearly naked and I don't know what to do
It takes less time to lie
Than it does to read between the lines
And it takes more love to leave you here than it might to change my mind
Change my mind.
Two people crying
In the form of bodies lying
Parallel to satisfying all their needs
Just like me you've got your soul relentlessly
Spread across the bed, we're only here to have
Somebody to hold while we complain we're growing older
Maybe we should take it slower
It takes less time to lie
Than it might to read between the lines
And it takes more love to bail out of here than it will to waste your time
Waste your time
Time
So thank you for trying to make this less petrifying for a seriously
Totally, morbidly, socially anxious little boy