If I could remedy my love for you
By burning all of your reminders
If I could escape your sway
By paving roads the other way
I want to hunger for you less
No more butterflies flying bruised
Would I stop being a mess
If this were something I could lose
I want to hunger for you less
No more butterflies flying bruised
Would I stop being a mess
If this were something I could lose
If I left the memories of your form
Knowing they don't hold a promise
If I stopped needing you to want me
By dismissing you entirely
If I averted my eyes to your glow
Hoping mental fixtures fade
If I could be rid of my doubt by killing this love
I might, I might
I want to hunger for you less
No more butterflies flying bruised
Would I stop being a mess
If this were something I could lose
I want to hunger for you less
No more butterflies flying bruised
Would I stop being a mess
If this were something I could lose
Murder by doubt
Murder, murder