They harass me,
They hound me,
They tease and pester and
Beleaguer me

You know what?

I don't know who I love, and that's o-kay.

Nowadays,
Society has these expectations
They want you to love
But what's love worth if you always have it?
Why do I have a problem if I'm not in love?
Why do I have a problem if
I haven't won the lottery?
Love should be something rare,
The pulchritudinous needle in the haystack,

Maybe we've got'
To take a step back;
Maybe this obsession
(With obsession)
Is just diluting love,
Turning thick red blood
Into worthless cursèd water.

When I love,
I'll scream it on the rooftops
I'll holler to the heavens
I'll thank God, I'll curse God,
I'll be running around roaring
Declarations of Love

But not now--now, I don't love.

And now, I'm fine.