My therapist once asked me If I wanted to be in love And I told her "I don't know, I guess, maybe, kind of" I mean it doesn't sound like something That I'd really dislike But then again I don't even really know what true love feels like I write these songs Singing like I'm an expert Teaching love in a lecture A broken heart collector And I'm fooling myself Over something I don't know Putting on a big show A single clap from the back row I don't know anything 'Bout the topic, I so choose to falsely go and muse I'm a farce of a king Writing love songs all about things I've yet to go and try on out Writing love songs all about things I've yet to go and try I'm shameful of my lacking life It feels like I've been left behind I missed out on my chances To feel how love is blind And I know that i have got some time So why feel rushed if there's no need But part of me just wants to know What I'm missing, do you agree? I write these songs Singing like I'm an expert Teaching love in a lecture A broken heart collector And I'm fooling myself Over something I don't know Putting on a big show A single clap from the back row I don't know anything 'Bout the topic, I so choose to falsely go and muse I'm a farce of a king Writing love songs all about things I've yet to go and try on out Writing love songs all about things I've yet to go and try on out Writing love songs all about things I've yet to go and try I write these songs Singing like I'm an expert Teaching love in a lecture A broken heart collector And I'm fooling myself Over something I don't know Putting on a big show A single clap from the back rowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
