So fleet I hop from the second floor window, aiming straight for you in my dive to the floor
While I am plotting how to overtake the world, my heart thrums for you in my dive from behind

And this is WOAH! The definition of adore. You’ll slobber for the quirky ones, right?
I wanna kill myself loving you—and it’s gonna bother me if I can’t have it.

WHY YES I DO HAVE A DEPENDANCY DISORDER. I wanna hurt the fuck outta you.
The pleasure that unfurls is delicious, as my heart thrums in agony thinking, “I love you”.

Your blandness inspires a hope. Idea! Let’s set to doing it.
There’s no so-la-ti-do-re-mi from me, lest the words burst out their dam.

Why yes I do have a dependancy disorder. I wanna hurt the fuck outta you.
The pleasure that unfurls is delicious, my heart thrums in agony thinking, “I love you”.
So fleet I hop from the second floor window, aiming straight for you in my dive to the floor.
While I am plotting how to overtake the world, my heart thrums for you in my dive from behind.