You've been complicating my breathing long enough for me to wonder if I'm the only one with empty lungs at this point
Because every beautiful, dead star in our polluted sky knows your name
And the clocks tell me they've tired of my hopeless wishes
And my heart has this habit of wanting you more than oxygenated blood or misguided palpatations
And I guess I just want to let you know that this is real for me
As real as the way you say my name, as real as God weaving our DNA, as real as the gravity crashing your skin parallel to mine
Just brush against me or toward me or near me
Just answer the wishes of my desperate nerve-endings
Maybe you should love me back
Please just love me back
Because every beautiful, dead star in our polluted sky knows your name
And the clocks tell me they've tired of my hopeless wishes
And my heart has this habit of wanting you more than oxygenated blood or misguided palpatations
And I guess I just want to let you know that this is real for me
As real as the way you say my name, as real as God weaving our DNA, as real as the gravity crashing your skin parallel to mine
Just brush against me or toward me or near me
Just answer the wishes of my desperate nerve-endings
Maybe you should love me back
Please just love me back
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