You Had a Panic Attack in My Bathroom Flatsound

Used to come up for air through a sea of other people
Just hoping they don't notice that you are leaving again
You're leaving again

And I can't believe it's true, there are people like you
With the same hearts and the same marks
On our bodies

Did everything feel beautiful when you let go
Of the idea of being anything at all?

And you can't believe it's true, there are people like you
When I held you in my bathroom
I felt new