So sick of this thing called love
So annoyed with its facade of bliss n ****
Everyone needs to get over it.
It’s like being suspended in the air
Filled with hope and fear
As you wait, wait, wait
Wait to see if you’ll float off to heaven or fall flat on your face.
So sick of this thing called love
That burns like acid between your veins
Sizzling the blood, trapping rational senses into explosive emotion
And just when you think you can never get enough of it
It disappears into time and space
And we search, search, search
Search again for those powerful fictitious emotions
Again, waiting and waiting
Till love drops us on our heads
So sick of this thing called love
So annoyed with its facade of bliss n ****
Everyone just needs to get over it.