She looked busy
Scrolling herself to death
I guess she had nothing left
But desire, desire
Teardrops in coffee
Lying there in his bed
Sharpening her arrowhead
Please set me on fire, on fire
Am I no good?
Am I made of wood?
Am I just dead wood?
Am I just dead wood?
Geppetto, my friend
Can you not see the cracks?
A wooden heart split with an axe
And desire, desire
Am I no good?
Am I made of wood?
Am I just dead wood?
Am I just dead wood?
And after all that we're strangers again
I'll never intertwine
I'll never depend on you
Or anyone new
When nothing is true
True, true, true
I'm a dovetail joint
Without a fucking point
You'll leave with a splinter
Just use me for tinder
And set me on fire
I miss the unbearable weight of tenderness
I want to feel the way you feel
I want to feel the way you feel
I wish I could feel the way you feel
I long to feel the way you feel
I want to feel the way you feel
I want to feel the way you feel
I wish I could feel the way you feel
I long to feel the way you feel
I want to feel the way you feel
I want to feel the way you feel
I wish I could feel the way you feel
I long to feel the way you feel
I want to feel the way you feel
I want to feel the way you feel
I wish I could feel the way you feel
I long to feel the way you feel
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