In a new cyclone i'm stuck again,
with my heart tangled and pulled apart
all across lakes and heads
but there's this one thick skulled head..
it's not envying her that pulls me near
it's the way he touched me, his voice I hear..
happiness dances in her, sweet and clear,
with him, does she think forever is near?
cause in my dream and his.. i fear it's m-
I swear i feel guilty and i swear i feel shame,
but a bond so electric, signals me,
and him to end it before it's too late
molace here, 2 crazy's with one similar fear
3 people not in a triangle but a paradox in haze,
I could just forcefully take my nose out of this
but what if he's the one
that makes my heart
explode?
does he hold you
like he holds me?
does he touch you
like he touches me?
does he pull you
like he pulls me?
does he say he likes you
the way he says he likes me?
does he hold you?
oh, god
ohh, oh god
