My love is nothing but madness
My mind contains nothing more than madness
Each day I lose more & more of it over you, to you
This love is nothing short of demented, non compos mentis
Nutty as fruitcakes, sweet as cookies
But however deranged, it remains unchanged
Can you hear our music playing?
Can you see that I'm not playing?
No matter if it's mad as a hatter, this love is staying
It's bad for my health, but I have to be stealth, I've nearly exposed myself
I hold my tongue, hold the breath in my lung
Peel back every layer of me, I'm nothing but vulnerability
I search for you in the sky, from the planetarium
I sign myself into the sanitarium
My love may be nothing but lunacy, the madness of the moon
But it's all that will be left of me soon
