i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it
But when it comes down to it I’m still the only one sleepin’ alone Guess I should have known better Than to think I wasn’t on my own But I’ll never make that same mistake again.
I don’t know the answer but I know you don’t have it I don’t know what I want but I know what I don’t you bastard I don’t know what’s right I just know that you’re wrong I don’t know what home is but I know that I’m not there now