I love in physical touch I need it too much, at this point it's a habit For me to go to his place Then walk in with shame and wishing that I hadn't
If I think that's what I really need, then Why do I feel bitter when I leave 'Cause I'll go to his place Then walk in with shame and wish it never happened
I'm desperate For someone just to hold me for a second 'Cause I get kinda lonely then regret Spending nights in someone else's bed When they wouldn't even notice if I left I'm a mess when I'm trading my emotions for attention Giving up but that's not what I get Maybe I should touch myself instead 'Cause they're always fucking better in my head
Better in my he-he-head he-he-head he-he-he-head Better in my he-he-head he-he-head he-he-he-head
I think that intimacy is all that I need but it's so hard to find it It's always they're not into me They tell me to leave, I'm constantly reminded (oh, that)
That goodbye only means a new confession 25 and I'm still learning stupid lessons Intimacy is all that I need, but how do you define it? (How do you define it?)
I'm desperate For someone just to hold me for a second 'Cause I get kinda lonely then regret Spending nights in someone else's bed When they wouldn't even notice if I left I'm a mess when I'm trading my emotions for attention Giving up but that's not what I get Maybe I should touch myself instead 'Cause they're always fucking better in my head (always fucking better in my)
Better in my he-he-head he-he-head he-he-he-head (they're always fucking better in my) Better in my he-he-head he-he-head he-he-he-head
I go through the emotions I push then I pull him I know I should just go to bed
Can't help that I'm hopeless And know where it's going But maybe just let me pretend
I'm desperate For someone just to hold me for a second (hold me for a second) 'Cause I get kinda lonely then regret (regret) Spending nights in someone else's bed When they wouldn't even notice if I left (oh) I'm a mess when I'm trading my emotions for attention (I'm trading my emotions) Giving up but that's not what I get Maybe I should touch myself instead 'Cause they're always fucking better in my head
Better in my he-he-head he-he-head he-he-he-head (they're always fucking better in my) Better in my he-he-head he-he-head he-he-he-head (they're always fucking) Better in my
Compositores: Jon Santana, Jordy (Us), Charlotte Sands