I'm sorry that your dad's dead I hope you amend it I think I've lost a lot of my friends Through belief that I'm an instrument And fuck me if you must then Treat me like an old friend I can't exist within my own head So I insist on haunting your bed If

I'm looking for my lover. Someone I can call my, Dream and like a brother. Also treats me like a best friend. He ain't got another, cause I'm the only one for him. Feels like magic when we're holding hands. He touch my heart.