She was like Christmas without the gifts, only unforeseen
And she is the manifesto of my type, so light and lean
I'm closer to thirty, my mindset shifts to what I haven't done
But she's a concern that I want to get right, before I'm gone
I wrote a sonnet, sweet and brave, meant to ask her out
'Cause she is the company that I crave, what I'm all about
But how do I get my confession to her?
In this unfazed and dissociated world?
How to convey my obsession with her?
How do I get her to be my girl?
She of all ladies did upgrade my night
Yet I was relieved she was gone, my obsession
She made me foolish but feel so right
Yet why does she seek to become my depression?
Sad is the language that I speak to explain myself
So I wrote a song, obscure and bleak, all without your help
But how do I get my confession to you?
Make you believe what I think is the truth?
How to convey my obsession with you?
How do I get you to cherish me, too?
You of all ladies could upgrade my life
Yet I realize you are gone, my obsession
You make me foolish and feel so uptight
So why do you strive to become my depression?
You of all ladies could upgrade my life
Yet I realize you are gone, my obsession
You make me foolish and feel so uptight
So why do you strive to become my depression?