Lyrics
You could go to bed a thousand times but that’s not you
Would he like it to be?
You could never reap up so much wheat until you’ve died. well have you died?
I can’t wait for you to change, i can’t wait for you to be the thing that i
hate most
You say you’ve gone to bed for good this time but you’re wide awake
Hey i saw through that one
And i can’t blow away that many kisses until you’ve died, well have you died?
Addiction exclusion admitted sucked in that fear of rejection
Reaction conclusion absurd less confusion
And i could tell myself a thousand dreams, a thousand dreams of you