Ticklish

Am I just something to waste your time
like a movie you have memorized,
small talk, a cigarette or a stare?
We don’t say anything; we never go anywhere.

Well, I want to see more than the inside of your room.
I want to know what it’s like to know you.

All I know is I know you’re ticklish
when I run my hands over your ribs.
Oh, oh, oh I pretend I’m ticklish,
cause I’d do anything to feel you.

Lying next to you in your room,
I want to know if there’s this part of you
that misses me when I’m not here.
Is it as small as the bones in you inner ear

that are listening as my heart beats
every time you turn and look at me?

All I know is I know you’re ticklish
when I run my hands over your ribs.
Oh, oh, oh I pretend I’m ticklish,
cause I’d do anything to feel your skin

against me
against me
against me

All I know is I know you’re ticklish
when I run my hands over your ribs.
Oh, oh, oh I pretend I’m ticklish,
cause I’d do anything to feel you.

But am I just something to waste your time?
But am I just something to waste your time?
Oh, oh, oh I pretend I’m ticklish
We don’t do anything
I don’t say anything.