I was sent to be in this room 

I crawl into this cocoon 

and I hope, I hope somebody tugs me 

Should I be wrung around, fanned out, or intertwined our bodies tonight? 

and I let you hear my message 

but you answer in the past tense 

and you left me unexpected 

only one thing is for certain 

I’m holding onto life with my back against the wall 

I’m desperate for love while I do nothing at all 

and I hope, I hope somebody tugs me 

Should I be wrapped around, handed out in a passed-out alley tonight 

and I hope, I hope somebody tugs me 

Should I be wrung around, fanned out, or intertwined our bodies tonight?