we’re stranded at the lights with extraordinary distance, covered in a blanket of northern snow.

and we can go and mock the skyline now, those bougie windows full of dickheads we don’t know a thing about.

it makes me sick to think you ain’t happy in your skin

the best song wasn’t the single, but you weren’t either

touch my neck, and i’ll touch yours. you and those little high waisted shorts, oh.

i want you to hold out the palm of your hand, why don’t we leave it at that?

so what makes you think i’m not in love? how could you know what’s best for us?

i’m only human can’t you see, i made a mistake, please just look me in my face, tell me everything’s ok.

even if the sky is fallin down, i know that we’ll be safe and sound

starin’ blankly ahead, just makin’ my way through the crowd

so tell your story, baby don’t give up, just let it come out, the quiet wishing’s not loud enough