last night i had a dream we were inseparably entwined, like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine, held together, holding each other with no one else in mind, like two atoms in a molecule inseparably combined, but then i woke from the dream to realise i was alone, a tragic event i must admit but let's not be overblown, i'm not trying to write a love song just a sad, pathetic moan, maybe i just need a change, maybe i just need a new cologne, now i look at love like being stabbed in the heart, you torture each other from day to day and then one day you part, most of the time it's misery but there's some joy at the start, oh for that i'd say it's worth it, just use a blade that's short and sharp on me, if love is just a game then how come it's no fun, if love is just a game how come i've never won, i guess maybe it's possible i might be playing it wrong, and that's why every time i roll the dice i always come undone
