Desire to be
And desire to touch
Desire to feel
Not all that much
I like that I'm numb
Some days in the crowd
You hold back my nerves
And you hold back the sound
We are just begging for our own separate lives
We are just begging to control our lies
And we will become reliant on the grip
For relations of love, will the shoe ever fit
We want to be happy
And we want a real place
We don't want to fade
With no light on the face
I met you at a bar
And something feels fake
I don't mind your bed
Just not in this state
We are just begging for our own separate lives
We are just begging to control our lies
And we will become reliant on the grip
For relations of love, will the shoe ever fit
We are just begging for our own separate lives
We are just begging to control our lies
And we will become reliant on the grip
For relations of love, will the shoe ever fit
We are just begging for our own separate lives
We are just begging to control our lies
And we will become reliant on the grip
For relations of love, will the shoe ever fit