It’s funny how one moment, we’ll be together till the end
and the next, we’re pulling at each other’s hair,
It’s funny how these rules can bend
as if you don’t really care.
I don’t quite get where you stand with me,
but I guess I’ll play along,
I’ll tell you I love you happily,
but really, we don’t belong.
There is no future for us,
but I wonder if a past was there at all,
There’s not much left to discuss
as conversation was never quite our call.
I love you as high as the skies can reach,
but I hate you for as long as a priest can preach.
So tell me you love me for yet another day,
So that maybe the hate will whisk away.