The Feelers

The Feelers - Satellite

rate me

was satellite

As pushing through the stars

And I was nebullite

As faking it with the stars

I was freaking out

To see you there

And now I’m crying out

Hoping that you might hear

High in the corners

In time to take myself from me

Safety in numbers

I’ll run away if you reject me

And I couldn’t feel a thing

Hours inebriated

I couldn’t feel a thing

I felt so segregated

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