he was just the right amount of damaged.

so, what's the problem with going wrong?
the awkward moment
only happens in my head.

for him
i'd touch all bases in one day.

[esta cama é demasiado confortável para mim. mas não para ti. dormes enquanto que eu duvido.]

he's like, "i've got just the right amount of low self-esteem"
he's like "i don't trust myself not to damage you. and then we're the same."

instead of talking, he speaks in smiles and looks elsewhere.
I wanna be there when you become the villain.

hey. i wrote a poem about you.
but you're never gonna read it.

some time after;
i don't have to practice anymore.
i don't have to be alert and aware.
everything feels natural
you feel natural to me.

my bullshit detector app has got an internal failure. it beeps when I sigh.

i don't need to check your bodylanguage anymore,
to know i got you.

he had a messy bedroom
and a messy head
he said "don't you go near my insides"

i said "wouldn't i like to try it"
i said "but everything feels so natural
and real"


you don't have to practice your speeches anymore.
don't you be nervous, dear.
i fall in love faster, lately.

i wanna learn you
so you don't have to blush
anymore.