i used to think that you were an angel
until you proved that a murderer just thinks that love is greater than all
what a hypocrite he is
a walking mistake you are

but you were hell of a ride
with those brown eyes
and messy hair
you were the universe

too big, huge trouble right?
‘cuz i use to think we’re a match made in heaven
but we’re all sorts of complications
like how you reign me in your heart

is that even fair?
that i’m so in love and
you’re here playing the tables
calling off the bets

you know i was not a romantic
but you bring out the best bad in me
and sometimes
you give my hands something to write
and my eyes to cry

you were as bad and as good
and i know that’s chaos
trippling in the tip of my fingers

and i hope t’was the end of pain
but it was not
it was just a denial
to the hunger of love