Chloe Selavka - new tattoo (that you'll never touch)

I don't feel real anymore
If I did I might put to words how it hurt me before
I run away or run on a sentence
saying so much more than I can afford
Oh, I'm running out of quarters for the phone booth, for the madness
Oh, I'm folding down the corners in the phone book, trying to put a name to the sadness
Cause I don't miss you anymore
But sometimes I worry that I won the "I love you more's"
I'm running out of things to say
On my dorm room floor I notice all my tears are boring
So I went to Brooklyn, I bought a sweater
I'm talking to a new girl, I check the weather now
I tell the truth to my therapist I don't like it much
I got a brand new tattoo that you'll never touch
You don't haunt me anymore
You're still there in my day dreams, but at night I'm back to what I was before
all the nightmares, trips down your stairs at 2 AM
I feel like trying again
Oh, I'm running out of patience with the dial tone, with the badness
So, I'm clearing out the corners, choking down some sunshine
Making room for the gladness
Cause I don't feel sad anymore
I don't feel it any less, but I know that I feel different
And I swore I'd take my pills, I wouldn't give up yet
Pour my heart out to the Hudson, chase it down with cigarettes
Made in Brooklyn, put on a sweater
Talk to the new girl, chat about the weather now
I tell the truth to my momma, she doesn't like it much
I gotta brand new tattoo that you'll never touch
I think I'm finally ready to try
I think it changed more than I'd like
I'm bad at past and present tense
I'm scared of the future and what it represents
I think I'm finally ready to cry
I think you hurt me more than I'd like
I fall behind I get ahead
I waste their time I stay in bed
I think I'm finally ready to try
I think you changed me more than I'd like
I'm bad at past and future tense
I don't like the present I feel incompetent
I think I'm finally ready to cry
I think it hurt me more than I'd like
I fall ahead I get behind
20 years, I never thought I'd get this far in life
Oh, I'm running out of rhymes and reasons I can't fall asleep
Oh, I'm thinking of what's mine and all the seasons I have yet to see
So I'll go to Brooklyn, buy another sweater
And talk to a new girl, feel a little better now
I'll tell the truth but I'll pretend that I never liked you much
I'll get a brand new tattoo that you'll never touch

Written by:
Chloe Selavka

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