Testo Satellite The Feelers
As faking it with the stars
I was freaking out
To see you there
And now Iâm crying out
Hoping that you might hear
High in the corners
In time to take myself from me
Safety in numbers
Iâll run away if you reject me
And I couldnât feel a thing
Hours inebriated
I couldnât feel a thing
I felt so segregated