There are seven billion people in this world
But **** em all, right now I'm stuck on you
You keep my mind down, and my ***** hurled
But no other feeling in this world would do

I'm tangled up in sick thoughts of affection
My heart is ill and you're this season's flu
I'd walk to you, but I'd go the wrong direction
And I know that I'd never get to you

And even if I made it to your city
You met me and we got to share a glance
You'd see that in real life I'm not as pretty
And then that would end our ****** up romance

But I don't care how this story has been written
I don't care if it's all been carved into stone
I'd rather have nothing with you and be so smitten
Then to have nothing myself, and be alone

I've smoked a thousand cigarettes tonight just thinking
And the butts have made a mountain on my porch
And I'm lost in thoughts of you as I keep drinking
And I spiral into thoughts that should be torched