Face to the Flywire Songtext
von Platonic Sex

Face to the flywire
I′m gonna suffocate here with you
I'm pressed into your neck
And I′ve never minded so little


I want the answers
To all of your mother's questions
What to do on Friday?
Call the pharmacy
Work on not taking everything so personally

You weren't a placeholder
But you basically told me
In a fancy way
That you′ve decided to replace me

And I don′t want to feel weak
Or strangely naive
I'd like to feel some less of things