I wish I could be your real boy
Not an imitation of what I should be
Run my face along the floor
And the gap between where I should be
I'm not sure what I'm more scared of
Staying here, or doing what I should
But wouldn't it hurt more alone?
I don't know, and I don't plan on finding out
I don't want you
I want your attention
And you can hate me if it
Makes you see me like a real person
White lights, street signs
I can't shake the feeling you'd be better if I changed you
Red whites, skylines
But I know it's projection, like I could ever do what you do
Cut it out, pipe it down
With her heart in my mouth and his hand in mine
I look up to you, and ask how'd I do
Because you know that this is your fault like I'd ever say it's mine
I don't want you
I want your attention
And you can hate me if it
Makes you see me like a real person