you could push me off a cliff and i wouldn’t care
i’d probably enjoy the rush and everybody dies anyway
do you feel a rush when our skin is touching, do you feel the electricity in my eyes
i’m not asking for a friend i need more, i need more
i’ve been reading stories till i got tired of reading
now the stories are living
but i feel like i’m paper inside.
you could push me off a cliff and i would be happy
i like the feeling of falling
and it’d be nice to know that somebody cares.
i’m not asking for a friend, i need more, i need more, i want more from you
do you feel a thing when we’re talking, does it matter how close i stand.
can you verify the things that i’ve been hearing,
will you put your hands on me