Oh, sweet disposition
We seem to have opposing opinions
On most of your past decisions
Back when we played different positions
In all of our parallel missions
We're trapped within mental prisons
Stuck keeping each other closer than a distance

Oh, sweetest disposition
You have the most striking persistence
Wouldn't count on you a single provision
No need for alcohol, drunk off you in any instance
And your silhouette blurs my vision
When you go missin'
You know who I'm missin'
My bittersweet disposition