Tired of feeling nauseous Can we drive beside the ocean? Haven't got the heart to tell you But I think I'm going in Lips are turning bloody And my eyes are closed again Feels like I've got a migraine Can you pull it through my skin? I'm petrified that someone else might realise how beautiful you are Tired of being noticed My cheeks are wearing thin But I haven't got the heart to move away And I haven't got the heart to stay I'm petrified that someone else might realise how beautiful you are