Lirieke: Fake Boys (The). Sleepwalk. Active Reactive.

I wonder if i peeled the skin from my fingers could i stop touching burnt flesh dripping down the back of my neck would i fall every time she starts breathing close chest on chest its like a drug to me with a hands death grip on my waist i'm a slave for you tonight i want it but it wont work out sometimes i think i try to need it too insecure to live without it say no and be the one save me when she told me to forget about that dance we left home that monday the active pursuit of reaction pressing all and all is on even though we slip and run its not about who you fuck its about who you love and i know this wont last forever