Companion
A passenger in the back seat
Fingertips brush your eyelids
A gift from the past is no present
When you’re sitting on your hands
Oh if you’re so tired why can’t you sleep at night?
Oh if you’re so lonely why is your jaw so tight?
Oh if you’re so afraid then why can’t you turn on the fucking light?
Turn it on
Turn on the light
Turn it on
Now i’m so illuminated
If you’re so bright, how don’t you know, how don’t you know?
A gift from the past is presentation
Affection is an affectation
