I'm not waiting for you to arrive

Feels like, most of the time, we are dying

So, I stare directly into the sun

It burns for a while

But nothing's worth more than our love

Call me what you want

But pick the right time

'Cause I might get too rough

Touch me to make it work

You level my head, you're a natural

Words only make it worse

I want you to cry at my funeral

This feels right

But, are we fighting the same side?

Maybe, if we were friends, it'd be fine

In no life I'd want that, so, no, I'm just lying

But I think I'm just tired of being in the dark

I swear I'm not like this

but it always gets worse in the car park

Call me what you want

But pick the right time

'Cause I might get too rough

Touch me to make it work

You level my head, you're a natural

Words only make it worse

I want you to cry at my funeral

This feels right

But, are we fighting the same side?

Call it what you want

Is it better if I fake it

Or tell you I feel nothing?

Touch me to make it work

You level my head, you're a natural

Words only make it worse

I want you to cry at my funeral

This feels right

But, are we fighting the same side?

I keep on thinking it'd be nice

To want to want you all the time