I have the tendency to talk
About the loves of a young boy
When one boy never loved himself
The way he loves you now
I bite down like a sadist
Feel the sensation of overzealousness
Placed my lover into a bed of comfort
Wrote you a love song
Even though I had no experience
And no melody was there
It ignited in our hearts
And the words were suspended
Boy, there is no one way to say
That as I find you
I find myself as well