Tactile

Weight on your shoulders on your only day off
You've been looking forward now you're feeling so rough
Don't turn to me
Save your energy
Don't turn to me
Save your energy

They keep on calling but you don't pick up the phone
You make it look like there is nobody home
Cause you didn't make any space on your shelf
For anybody else
For anybody else

Tactile
Like your hand on a cold glass
Tactile
Like your hand on a hard mass
Tactile
And you're looking round real fast
Tactile
And it's giving you whiplash
Tactile
Like your hand on a cold glass
Tactile
Like your hand on a hard mass
Tactile
And you're looking round real fast
Tactile
And it's giving you whiplash

This is the same as that
It's like a cat scratch
This is the same as that
It's like a cat scratch
This is the same as that
It's like a cat scratch
This is the same as that

I don't want to waste away
Don't want to talk about
I don't want to waste away
I don't want to waste away
Don't want to talk about
I don't want to waste away

Impossibility
Of getting through to you
Possibility
Of getting through to you
Possibility
Of getting through to you
Possibility
Impossibility
Of getting through to you
Possibility
Of getting through to you
Possibility
Of getting through to you
Possibility



Credits
Writer(s): Marian Obando
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