and ill fix your hair for the second time in 3 minutes
and it sounds stupid when you say goodbye and you don’t really mean it
your mum always tells you its not what you say its how you say it
and how you said it
and how it all went

doesn’t it feel like its gotten ahead again
doesn’t it feel like we’ve lost it all 
oh woah
but if we’re palm to palm and brain to brain again
doesn’t it feel like it’ll all work out 
oh woah
no one can really call us crazy
it’ll all be fine if you can really save me
but if we’re palm to palm and strained and strained again
doesn’t it feel like you’re all dried out
oh woah

and ill fix you up a plate worth eating
if you stay long enough
it’ll lose all meaning
if you turn your face up at it don’t eat it
if you turn your face up at it don’t eat it
if you don’t like what i’m dealing thats fine
if you don’t like it stop stealing all mine
its not what you said its how you said it
its not what you said its how you said it

oh but don’t you feel the pang again 
the pang again from me 
like a bluetooth signal from me again 
from me to you 
to you 
to you 
and again again from me 
and from me and from my heart and bones 
right into yours and again back to me 

its an endless loop or cycle 
of little stabbing pains and prickles 
i can never seem to stop or catch it in the act ever in my life 
i haven’t before and i never will
if i have before i never will again 
i never will again

strained + strained again

touching