Car Park
I'm not waiting for you to arrive
Feels like most of the time we are dying
So, I stare directly into the sun
It burns for a while
But nothing's worth more than our love
Call me what you want
But pick the right time
'Cause I might get too rough
Touch me to make it work
You level my head, you're a natural
Words only make it worse
I want you to cry at my funeral
This feels right, but are we fighting the same side?
Maybe if we were friends it'd be fine
In no life I'd want that, so, no, I'm just lying
But I think I'm just tired of being in the dark
I swear I'm not like this, but it always gets worse in the car park
Call me what you want
But pick the right time
'Cause I might get too rough
Touch me to make it work
You level my head, you're a natural
Words only make it worse
I want you to cry at my funeral
This feels right, but are we fighting the same side?
Call it what you want
Is it better if I fake it
Or tell you I feel nothing?
Touch me to make it work
You level my head, you're a natural
Words only make it worse
I want you to cry at my funeral
This feels right, but are we fighting the same side?
I keep on thinking it'd be nice
To want, to want you all the time
Feels like most of the time we are dying
So, I stare directly into the sun
It burns for a while
But nothing's worth more than our love
Call me what you want
But pick the right time
'Cause I might get too rough
Touch me to make it work
You level my head, you're a natural
Words only make it worse
I want you to cry at my funeral
This feels right, but are we fighting the same side?
Maybe if we were friends it'd be fine
In no life I'd want that, so, no, I'm just lying
But I think I'm just tired of being in the dark
I swear I'm not like this, but it always gets worse in the car park
Call me what you want
But pick the right time
'Cause I might get too rough
Touch me to make it work
You level my head, you're a natural
Words only make it worse
I want you to cry at my funeral
This feels right, but are we fighting the same side?
Call it what you want
Is it better if I fake it
Or tell you I feel nothing?
Touch me to make it work
You level my head, you're a natural
Words only make it worse
I want you to cry at my funeral
This feels right, but are we fighting the same side?
I keep on thinking it'd be nice
To want, to want you all the time
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Writer(s): Hugo Hardy, Nieve Ella Pickering
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