One Millionth Happy Customer - Ghosting

I could die if I touched you

A long, slow, torturous death

Of a thousand cuts

In a thousand ways

I can only hold you through a piece of plastic

With your name on it

With your name on it

I feel a million miles away from you

But it’s just

It’s just a millionth of an inch

So hold me, hold me close right now

Take me in your arms

But not too close

Not too close

I could die if I touched you

And you could die of me

You could die in my arms

Die in my dreams

We close our eyes so we can’t see

How much we hurt each other

When we fall

When we fall between the sheets

So hold me, hold me close right now

Take me in your arms

But not too close

Not too close

We will lose our lives

We will lose our lives, we will lose our fears

We die a million times

A million times, a million times

And a million times, and a million times again

So hold me, hold me close right now

Take me in your arms

But not too close

Not too close