Seems like all they want to talk about is love
It makes you feel so insecure
Have you ever truly been in love before?
If you want to know for sure
Catch a wild bee and
Hold it in your tightly closed fist
Wait until your hand goes numb
If it doesn't sting you
Then you know that you're in love
But you will end up getting stung
Either way
You've been feeling happy but not overjoyed
Satisfied but not content
Maybe lost your head but it's not in the clouds
Guilty yet so innocent
Either way people change
You'll wake up cold and cry his name in vain
He can't deny his legacy
The endless search for novelty
Why did you decide to take such tender care
Of the flowers that he gave?
After all he hasn't called you for a week
Doesn't that make you feel strange?
Either way the flowers die