avoids my eyes and sits down
Lifts his cup to his mouth,
makes to talk, won't come out
push his button, saying stuff
Nothing stirs, nothing spills,
the way he stares, it gives me chills
just don't switch off and die
If I scratch your eye, spit in your eye
there's a lump in your throat
Where the words all get caught,
till they're forever lost
Take your pulse, take your fix,
take your long, constant dream
Hang a vacancy sign on your eyes,
just don't switch off and down
If I scratch your eye, or spin your eye
Come around, come around,
Why am I holding your cold body?
Why am I holding your cold body?
Why am I holding your cold body?
Found somebody, no nobody
Why am I holding your cold body?
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