Tired of feeling nauseous
Can we drive beside the ocean?
Haven't got the heart to tell you
But I think I'm going in

Lips are turning bloody
And my eyes are closed again
Feels like I've got a migraine
Can you pull it through my skin?

I'm petrified that someone else might realise how beautiful you are

Tired of being noticed
My cheeks are wearing thin
But I haven't got the heart to move away
And I haven't got the heart to stay

I'm petrified that someone else might realise how beautiful you are