It's funny my phone started dying after I read that, like it knew how I felt
Like all the things unsaid were now said, but were still unsatisfactory
And I wanted you to say more and more was always too much for you
And it'd be too much for me if I had a filter anyways

Tell me I'm going too far because I can't
Tell me I'm everything you want, because part of me wants to become something you shant
Because it's perfect for you, but I know you've got pockets full of sand
You try to grab on but everything sifts through your hands

Sleep on sleep on, so I can pretend you live alongside while I dream on, dream on your bedside
Tease me until we're unsatis factories