fake it to feel alive

fingertips that ache to touch the edge of your bed with such a sudden perversion to be cheek to cheek with you, wounded breathing, your laugh, muted by a milligram, the tilt of your head, awkward, I allow your forehead to fall forward, caught by my chest.

and you dont know me by just drowning in my eyes. you need to really lose yourself to crawl under my skin.

times square is burning. and the scene is euphoric, i lose myself in these bass lines and bottles of alcohol here, we were never meant to touch, i was never made to make it out of your bed alive.