Petty Torture

Hold my heart 'cause I don't need it

I sold my pride to stem the feelings

I think of paper guides, and pretty lights

There's not another soul in sight

Copy orders are petty torture, I said, I wouldn't, but I think I might

Might be going

But I think I might, I might be going, going

But I think I might, I might be going, going

But I think I might, I might be going, going

But I think I might, I might be going, going

These senses drive past when no one's on the road

But I keep on the lights when nobody is home

We're waiting for strangers to take off our clothes

Just to feel something, 'cause it's not enough

When we're talking in circles about stupid things

I don't care about the weather, or what you should bring

To the party, I'm not even wanting to think about

So I run my mouth

Then I tell you that I might be going to the ocean

Dots away in the thoughts I'm holding on to

Forget it all, but not you (but not you)

And I know this might seem sad, but I'm actually quite relaxed

And you ain't seen nothing yet, no, you ain't seen nothing yet

I think I'm gonna run away and go to the ocean

And just throw away all my dots

I promise I won't forget about you, though

Just don't say, I didn't tell you

Tell you that, tell you that, tell you that

Tell you that, tell you that, tell you that

Tell you that, tell you that, tell you that

Tell you that, tell you that, tell you that

Tell you that, tell you that

Then I tell you that I might be going to the ocean

Dots away in the thoughts I'm holding on to

Forget it all, but not you (but not you)

And I know this might seem sad, but I'm actually quite relaxed

And you ain't seen nothing yet, no, you ain't seen nothing yet

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Yeah-oh-oh, oh-oh

Yeah-oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh