[Everybody wants to be your friend]

   
   You've been on your own as long as I recall:
   if loneliness was art, I could hang you from the wall
   in some Berlin hall.
   
   It doesn't matter where you've been or who you have
   been with, it's like the just Joans said: 'you're oh so
   sensitive!', in that jumper, in that t-shirt.
   
   This situation has to change: can you feel the pulse
   my heavy heart race?
   
   
When I'm all alone I find a map of the world 
zoom in on your island 'til the pixels form have some booze, 'til I can't see you.
We make believe that our hearts are never shot
and somehow you've convinced me that I'm pretty when I'm not.
Everybody I know wants to be your friend but I just want to hold you when the music ends,
that's all, all I ask. Is that too crass?
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