Hold from delicious Apple by Oily Bastard

Don't touch me, I can't handle it
I think I might be crazy I think I need
Sleep or something
Am I too scared of heaven
I must be dead surely then

Please be next to me and in my arms
I think I love you maybe
I'm a giant wreck and I may die from this so help me god

Inside my stronghold, windy late night a
Trojan horse opens itself and the
Figures, creeping, lurching, puncture my heart and
Are gone the next morning but

Please be next to me and in my arms
I think I love you maybe
There aren't many things that make me cry but I guess this is one

I may die
All alone
In the name of comfort zone (in the name of comfort zone oh no)
Don't know why (unrequit)
I've no bone (won't forget)
Don't not don't hope nobody loves me (no) (no) (no) (no)

I am too vulnerable
I don't want you, too warm
I won't look at you
I like the way your face looks

Please be next to me and in my arms
I think I love you maybe
I try and try to forget about love but it doesn't work

• Pop
• alternative
• chiptune
• fun
• indie pop
• synth
• Denver