A song about the futile search of love.
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One day, love told our protagonist, Steve, that she would be in his life and all would be well. The next day, Steve found out that was a crock of sh** .
Is there a kind of romantic that isn't hopeless,
Cuz a heart on a sleeve is quicker to bleed
The optimist in me has been comatose since
You made the decision to leave
did you ever think that there might be
a little something more than what you saw in me?
it'd be all too disappointing,
If i was exactly as I seemed
I plunged down from a shapeshifting cloud
Only to land in a sea of doubt,
There I was enticed ashore by the grasping undertow of your allure
If only that self-serving tide was more than just a narcissist galore
I remember when love was just a lofty thought,
And i was unaware of the insomnia it brought,
But the innocent start of does she love me, does she love me not?
Quickly became a dandelion holocaust
Before today became tomorrow, it was already next year,
And my patience thinned, turned to mist, then disappeared
Though trustworthy and loyal to the marrow
I'm undeserving of the sting from that pudgy cherub's arrow
I plunged down from a shapeshifting cloud
Only to land in a sea of doubt,
There I was enticed ashore by the grasping undertow of your allure
If only that self-serving tide was more than just a narcissist galore