You were the first that I thought to ask
And 6 months on I can't take it back
The glasses on your nose help your eyes
I hit a low I'll hold for my whole life
I feel dead to you
I feel wasted inside
I feel dead to you
You don't get to ask why
River beds and birds that swim
Fairy lights that start to dim
I'll act my passion out I swear
I'll paint my nails I'll plait my hair
We're not from this town
I'll get better somehow
But we're not from this town
I'd fix things if i were just allowed
Wasted days on dumb car games
Writing songs with stupid names
I'd be honoured to hold your hand
But my fingers fall through yours like sand
I feel dead to you
I feel wasted inside
I feel dead to you
You don't get to ask why