Tongue-tied, unsure

My foot out the door

My neck, your breath

Always wanting more

And I'm waiting for you there, mm

I don't wanna tell the truth, 'cause if I do

Nothing will ever be the same and it'll be more true

Touching up my arm never meant a thing to you

But here I am sticking around, still looking for proof

Deadpan, big room

Everyone looking at you

You have no clue

I cannot say I love you

And I hate that I hate myself for that

I don't wanna tell the truth, 'cause if I do

Nothing will ever be the same and it'll be more true

Touching up my arm never meant a thing to you

But here I am sticking around, still looking for proof

Touching up my arm never meant a thing to you

But here I am sticking around, still looking for