My digits stay within for the warmth
But it's my little excuse
Because I know any attempt
Won't make real contact with you
Would someone please
Touch me
Though I want it to be fast
I just need to shake this feeling
That I might be the very last
I just want to constantly prove I'm me
Real and separate
Completely free
Containing what I need to be
Would someone please
Touch me
Though I want it to be fast
I just need to shake this feeling
That I might be the very last