I know love is a beautiful thing
Yet I am desensitized
Your eyes have the warmest brown in them
I like your attention and the clutter of your room
But I'd rather stay drunk and write pitiful verses
Than fall into this love of you.
I know love is a disgusting thing
Yet I am mesmerized
Your claws don't spare my bleeding heart
I have bills to pay and our meetings are overdue
But I'd rather stay drunk and write pathetic verses
Than fall out of this love of you.