Your actions rip straight through my eyes, my-
Mind is way up in lost skies.
I wonder how it would feel to die, I-
Think I know somehow?
As I walked through that door I realize,
Love shouldn't be a chore yet.
I'll do it some more when,
My mind is off your floor.
I always listen to Beethoven,
I always put love in an oven.
I also always covet,
That loving girl I wish I had.
How does it feel to be insane, be his?
Worse than Kurt Cobain, be his?
I don't know why I am saying all of this,
But why do I always love you more?
I never thought my love was based on,