Stung

Cupid

I'm not the type to fall in love
But now I am
And I blame that shit on cupid

Because now every time
You come around
I start to act fucking stupid

I get really really nervous
And I don't know how to think
I get butterflies in my stomach
When its almost time for us to meet

So then I rehearse it
Well, the words i'm about to speak
Over and over, in my head
But then cupid does his thing

He gets his pointy arrow
And he aims it right at me

And I never did like cupid
I always thought he was clueless
It was as if he never stopped to think
Then get his arrow and say
"Let me actually aim this thing."

So it felt like my whole life
As I walk I see arrows pass by
See bodies dropping one by one
Then lifted up by the power of love

Everybody finding their "soulmate"

Sometimes i try to distract cupid
Just so I can steal his arrow
And if i'm lucky
Use it on a young fellow
Or maybe myself

But that's not how it goes
You can't make yourself
Fall in love

It happens to you,
You don't choose to fall in love
Love chooses you

Cupid chooses you
He doesn't aim his arrow at anyone
Unless he has a partner for you

Oh stupid cupid
I think I just got hit
By your arrow,
Cause this time
You didn't miss

I turned around
And saw his smile,
Then thought
"Cupid, he may be it."