If this were a movie, I'd just go on a walk
In real life, I wanna tell you to fuck off
If I were an actor, I could probably fake it
But for now, I'll just lay here and feel myself hate it
You always get your way
See how long I'll stay
Are we just nerve endings touching hands
With you riding shotgun and me making plans
Oh
I'm tired of asking you to turn off the hall light
As if that small action makes everything alright
Always think we'll be fine once you fall asleep
Your breath on my neck, at least we're not arguing
You always get your way at the end of the day
Are we just chemicals touching hands
Drove straight into traffic, but it's part of your plan
Oh, and I wish I could tell you I'm sorry again
But it just comes off as conceited
And I wish I could tell you I wanna stay friends
But we both know I would not mean it
And I'll never touch the brakes
Closed eyes for your sake
But I'll sew my fingertips in your hand
I'll leave them there as an ampersand
It'll leave a scar, but that's part of the plan
