Dude i think i slowed down again
I thought I was done with writing all these stupid love songs for you
But I thought wrong it seems I couldn't stop this even if I reached a hundred and two
So believe, I'll need to write a symphony, to relieve the melodies you've given to me
In all of my dreams
I thought I could make a simple dinner reservation for two
But I was shy and now it's nights of take out, instead of taking out you
And it seems, I need to hear your harmony and you need for me to be your company, romantically
And I dream, that we could be reality
So please, oh tell me when could we be we, if you agree
I thought I was done with writing all these stupid love songs for you
DID YOU JUST NAIL THAT IN ONE F**KING TAKE?