(There's no way that you're not truly f*cking with me right now)
I think that Cupid really f*cked up when he shot us
You can't blame me for bein' honest
What he did to us was hardly harmless
Well, maybe he just missed and that was the problem
And speaking of problems, we had a lot of 'em
Yeah
I'd really like to think i'm over you
I'd really like to think that life is more than
Just a series of traumas we'd rather run and hide from than get through
But it got dark and I don't blame you
See and most the shit we did in the dark
You had your nails in my back to fix a hole in your heart, well
I don't know if I was whole before we met
But I know I'm not now, and that's the hard part
So we bury our love
In alcohol and drugs
Cause we'd rather feel nothing
Than admit it's not enough
So we bury our love
(I think that Cupid really f*cked up when he shot us)
So we bury our love
(I think that Cupid really f*cked up when he shot us)
(I think that Cupid really f*cked up when he shot us)
And you know what's really f*cked up about it
How most of us stay f*cked up about it
I swear I'll learn to forgive
Even if I never forget about it
(Like bitch, like, you, you think you had a f*cking choice, like you, what)
Like people are lessons and I learned a lot from 'em
Like it's a little bit of a lot of things
And you may hate your voice but you've gotta sing
Yeah it's kinda like that with everything
Following your heart even when it stings, yeah
See, but most of us will hide from the pain
Or try to find another one to f*ck it away
Uh, guess I lost what I was trying to say
Guess it doesn't matter anyway
So we bury our love
In alcohol and drugs
Cause we'd rather feel nothing
Than admit it's not enough
So we bury our love
(I think that Cupid really f*cked up when he shot us)
So we bury our love
Yeah I think Cupid really f*cked up when he shot us
(So we bury our love)
(In alcohol and drugs)
(Cause we'd rather feel nothing)
(Than admit it's not enough)
Yeah I think Cupid really f*cked up when he shot us
(So we bury our love)
(So we bury our love)
(In what f*cking world do you get to have an opinion about anything I have to offer)