Cover up to numb the pain inside. What’s the point when no-one leaves alive?
Is this the way you want it? Is this the love you dreamed about?
I won’t be suffocated. Speak now or count me out.
After all this time. I’m over feeling under the pressure of goodbye.
We can stay and fall apart. Just give me something I can feel.
It’s a sinking feeling in me, like I’m falling in a dream. Will I lose everything that holds me, to say exactly what I mean?
We can stay and fall apart. The pressure. Just give me something I can feel.

(s.ochsner)