I'm never sure of anything
My feelings are mostly precarious
My thoughts are typically aimless
There's scant relevance between the two
Yes even when I'm thinking of you
I can't commit to a single desire
I'd rather just throw them all on the pyre
And let the flames consume me whole
That way you could never know
I'm not a sweetheart see? I told you so
But please I'm begging you, don't go
I don't want you just to fill the void, the black abyss inside of me
That's not your purpose in my indecisive troubled heart
I want you to be a completely new pure and separate part.
