Placebo (not finished)

I’m just a baby and the lonely’s coming back
You’ve got a pretty face and we like the same tracks
I’m just a second choice, dessert for your ego
But I’ll let you grab my throat if you’ll be my placebo

I think I’m feeling something but logically we don’t fit
So is it worth the chase despite the pain thats bound to come from it?
I want deeper than this; I want the gentle morning kiss
Your sweater on my back, your mundane to be my bliss