So They Say it’s Love

Baby do you know how I feel

Nah

You don’t

I feel like my insides are

At a parade

Maybe my stomach is on a float

Is this ride I’m feeling

Just a charade

Some say it’s love

Some say it’s infatuation

Either or

What an odd situation

To want you but not need you

To feel you when you aren’t around

Cry because I want to leave you

Then change my mind

On the way back down

I need to get a grip

One that I’m clearly losing

Quick

Or do I just sit back and enjoy the

Ride

Either way Baby

We live to die!