Cutout Model

You've got yourself a best friend Someone who makes it worth it to be alone You're laughing in your bedroom The distance doesn't matter when you're on your way home And it doesn't have to work out The cutout model missed out on so much But the clutter's only human It's all just vision, sound, smell, taste, and touch And it's all more telling than you think The color of your hair I'd like to go out to the brink Maybe you can meet me there I don't recognize these faces When did everybody pack their bags and just leave You won't be here forever You say with no intention to believe, to believe But the feeling's only fleeting It's gone as soon as you get out of bed And right here is the last line 'Cause everything I want to say I've said And you know, you know, that it's all more telling than you think The color of your hair I'd like to go out to the brink Maybe you can meet me there And we'll talk 'bout anything And everything that we want to share And if I were to tell you I loved you Could you even care