And I have never felt more alive
Than when I'm sat in the backseat of your broke-down car staring off into the stars
But then I wake up
And you're still there, in the back of my mind
Behind my eyes. Just an inch out of reach but I still try- just a phone call away
But I'm too shy to consider ever seeing myself as anything but a burden
You'll never love me, I'm certain
Makeup smeared, words unclear
I've already said too much for you to unhear my speech of adoration
It's not too hard to see why I've hated myself for years. If I were you I'd just leave it here
There's not much else to see
There's not much ecstasy