Stuck

Well I'm just sitting round, but my head is four doors down, Sitting next to you. My head is on repeat, golden with this feat, Pictures remind me it was true. If you were far away, you know well I'd be on a plane, Searching cities up and down. But I won't travel seas cos' all I need is a slight breeze, But I don't dare grace your ground. And I'm stuck, yeah I'm stuck to you. And I hope, that you're stuck to me too. Well I'm just drifting through with a fork and a spoon, Struggling to eat my meals. Spoon won't cut me deep, like the knife has done to me, But my meals aren't half as good. If I put half the thought into trying to take you out, As I do, dreaming it was true. Well I'd drop this cutlery, and then you would finally see, That you're stuck to me too. And I'm stuck, yeah I'm stuck to you. And I hope, that you're stuck to me too. And I'm stuck, yeah I'm stuck to you. And I hope, that you're stuck to me too. Yeah, I'm stuck to you, yeah I'm stuck to you, yeah I'm stuck to you. Yeah, I'm stuck to you, yeah I'm stuck to you, yeah I'm stuck to you. And I hope, you're stuck to me too.