Seems like all they want to talk about is love It makes you feel so insecure Have you ever truly been in love before? If you want to know for sure
Catch a wild bee and Hold it in your tightly closed fist Wait until your hand goes numb If it doesnt sting you Then you know that youre in love But you will end up getting stung Either way
Youve been feeling happy but not overjoyed Satisfied but not content Maybe lost your head but its not in the clouds Guilty yet so innocent
Either way people change Youll wake up cold and cry his name in vain He cant deny his legacy The endless search for novelty
Why did you decide to take such tender care Of the flowers that he gave? After all he hasnt called you for a week Doesnt that make you feel strange?