i'll hold you to it
the things you said
did you like my cooking
or just being fed?

don't give me hope
say ya never know
if they were all lies
they were pretty good
i suppose

definite denial
mixed with bullheaded-ness
the only thing i ever had a passion for
was loving you
it all makes perfect sense

just keep it to yourself
it's already too late
my brain can't differentiate
but it can perfectly perpetuate