Can’t Be Touched Heatmiser

I'm in love with an icon
But I don't expect him to call
I'm crushed in glamour, a soul disaster
And I feel like a criminal

Turn out the light, come crush me
We're getting bruised and we're not even touching
Are you sincere, or are you dangling bait?
And if I bite, will you judge me?

I don't know what's genuine
I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad linchpin?
I don't know what's genuine

I think about this: is the ground where the grounded are?
I thought I couldn't be touched 'til they tapped me out
And I didn't even feel it at all
Look at their hands, they're so full of shit
The neighborhood is one crowded bed
They're all so straight, they swear the earth is flat
And the bend is in my head
Yo, fuck that!

I don't know what's genuine
So I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad linchpin?
I don't know what's genuine