Summer stars above
symphony of cicadas
lone nightingale sings

solitude is sweet
avoiding criticism
and sarcasm rude

library delight
lost in sweet daydreaming trance
tranquil hours flowing

Cupid's arrow is such a dangerous thing,
Hitting people without a clue,
Fixing their hearts together to never fall apart, stuck together like glue.

Until one day,
Cupid's arrow disappears and the glue fades away,
The people become depressed and lose all interest in life,
Their hearts feel like they've been ripped apart with a switchblade knife.

And once again, that stupid arrow comes flying past,
Creating love too fast, and destroying people's hearts,
Cupid's arrow is such a dangerous thing.

is this how we do
is this how it's done
before we come unglued
before it comes undone
as the winds blow through
will you save me some
of the dreams of youth
when i was very young
while it was still new
before the setting sun
one thing i hate to lose
before it is all gone

is this how it is
is this how we live
before the final lap
before the final kiss
after we all sit back
and take a look at this
as our friends fall off
the ones we start to miss
if we had known about
would we have made a list
before the buying out
of ignorance is bliss