Proof

Tongue-tied, unsure
My foot out the door
My neck, your breath
Always wanting more
And I'm waiting for you there
I don't wanna tell the truth, 'cause if I do
Nothing will ever be the same and it'll be more true
Touching up my arm never meant a thing to you
But here I am sticking around, still looking for proof
Deadpan, big room
Everyone looking at you
You have no clue
I cannot say I love you
And I hate that I hate myself for that
I don't wanna tell the truth, 'cause if I do
Nothing will ever be the same and it'll be more true
Touching up my arm never meant a thing to you
But here I am sticking around, still looking for proof
Touching up my arm never meant a thing to you
But here I am sticking around, still looking for