She left alone for about a week
But, we’ll still make out occasionally
It’s not the best for my health
She spreads through me like a social disease
And it's getting the best of me
She’s never coming back
At least that’s what she said
What’s the point of being alone if I can’t get you out of my bed?
And every time you come around
I can’t feel you, can’t feel you
Maybe you’re not there
Maybe you’re just dead
And every time you come around
I can’t feel you, can’t feel you
Maybe I’m not really here
Maybe I’m just dead
All these wasted lines read through these wasted scenes
But still, I let her inside, let her closer to me
She disappears for a while
And likes to lie with a smile
And she’s my social disease
She’s never coming back
I at least know that much of it
What’s the point of being alone if I can’t get you out of my head?
And every time you come around
I can’t feel you, can’t feel you
Maybe you’re not there
Maybe you’re just dead
And every time you come around
I can’t feel you, can’t feel you
Maybe I’m not really here
Maybe I’m just dead
credits
from Paperface,
released August 17, 2012
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