You said you don’t have to speak I can hear you I can’t feel all the things you’ve ever felt before I said it’s been a long time Since someone looked at me that way It’s like you knew me And all the things I couldn’t say Together, to be Together and be
scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat
your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get
scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay
inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will
never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to
your soul and simply experience yourself.
Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type that sticks around like summat in your teeth? Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep? I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week How many secrets can you keep? Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep Spilling drinks on my settee