Really not difficult
The background music plays so gaily
Infectious tunes dancing through my brain
I guess it really wasn't difficult
To be caught up by the music...
And when you sing, you can't help but be dramatic
Thought it's really quite pathetic
When you inadvertedly let slip the truth.
But don't take me too seriously; you all should know by now.
And yet... yet...
Can this be love?
Or is it merely some twisted expression
of some unholy obsession,
brought on probably by repression
of these normal human feelings
that I'd long seen as failings?
I'm so vexed I feel like letting go of the railings...
It's three storeys down.
To want to protect, to have and to hold
These sentiments're called 'love', or so I am told
Or are they merely sentiments misplaced
in my worry and my haste...?
Yet every time I close my eyes I see his face...
Can this be love?
Or is it merely due to the lack
of eligible bachelorettes
that causes me to want to change my track
even though here in my mind
I can't imagine that I would find
myself falling for another... guy
Fuck.
Did I just admit to that?
I've tried so hard to tell myself that all of it is just platonic
But even I
Can't deny
That there seems to be more to it
I would love to blame it on the time and place
But every time I close my eyes I see his face...
Every time I close my eyes...
Infectious tunes dancing through my brain
I guess it really wasn't difficult
To be caught up by the music...
And when you sing, you can't help but be dramatic
Thought it's really quite pathetic
When you inadvertedly let slip the truth.
But don't take me too seriously; you all should know by now.
And yet... yet...
Can this be love?
Or is it merely some twisted expression
of some unholy obsession,
brought on probably by repression
of these normal human feelings
that I'd long seen as failings?
I'm so vexed I feel like letting go of the railings...
It's three storeys down.
To want to protect, to have and to hold
These sentiments're called 'love', or so I am told
Or are they merely sentiments misplaced
in my worry and my haste...?
Yet every time I close my eyes I see his face...
Can this be love?
Or is it merely due to the lack
of eligible bachelorettes
that causes me to want to change my track
even though here in my mind
I can't imagine that I would find
myself falling for another... guy
Fuck.
Did I just admit to that?
I've tried so hard to tell myself that all of it is just platonic
But even I
Can't deny
That there seems to be more to it
I would love to blame it on the time and place
But every time I close my eyes I see his face...
Every time I close my eyes...