You kiss me like you mean it,
But when you touch me I don't feel a thing.

On the rooftop,
I got drunk with you for the first time.

You blew a smoke,
And you said I could be your wife.

In your arms,
I tired to fit myself  perfectly.

In your eyes,
I begged for you to see me.

2 months 3 days and 28 second,
That's how long it took me to realise,

If I gave you my heart,
you would burry me by it's side.

Behind your screen
we all come clean
(well, most of us anyway)

A confessional of sorts
you've seen all the scars and warts
(well, most of them anyhow)

We sing for you
we get in such a lather too
(is that why we sometimes find
you on the floor?)

sometimes
I have to
get rid
of thoughts
that I can't even
tell my best friends

that's why
the moon
is one of my
most trusted ones