Ticklish

We're not the same
But we can lie
Lie to ourselves
Unequal halves
Are always caught
Never admit
Now, I know we're told
We're almost there
But I can't wait

Wait

For the last call
For new lows
It's too much
I can't hold
A clear thought
With all this noise

Switch on the apathy
To us it's just a game
You might as well
Be in denial
They're closing in
I know we're told
We're not the same
But I can't tell

Wait

For the last call
For new lows
It's too much
I can't hold
A clear thought
With all this noise

And knives that pierce right through
My iron suit
She feels it too
My shield's no use
My bleeding wounds
She feels them too

We can't turn around
If we could go back
We would go back
To another time
To lose this moment
To be stronger
Can't turn around
If we could go back
We would go back
To another time
If we could go back
Go back, go back, go back
Can't turn around
If we could go back
We would go back



Credits
Writer(s): Yam Bakshi
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