Come Down

I wish I could be your real boy Not an imitation of what I should be Run my face along the floor And the gap between where I should be I'm not sure what I'm more scared of Staying here, or doing what I should But wouldn't it hurt more alone? I don't know, and I don't plan on finding out I don't want you I want your attention And you can hate me if it Makes you see me like a real person White lights, street signs I can't shake the feeling you'd be better if I changed you Red whites, skylines But I know it's projection, like I could ever do what you do Cut it out, pipe it down With her heart in my mouth and his hand in mine I look up to you, and ask how'd I do Because you know that this is your fault like I'd ever say it's mine I don't want you I want your attention And you can hate me if it Makes you see me like a real person