Saranade at your window.
Roses at your door.
Spiders in your pillow.
Buckets of slime over your door.

I'm going to get you,
hahaha, I am.
Anyway possible, I really, really am.
You thought I was just kidding.
Well, I really wasn't.
Otherwise, I wouldn't live the agony of this discussion.

Unnatural love, unnatural love,
how did I get stuck in this unnatural love?
Someone please tie some chain to my hands and attach that to an off-road truck and please, please, please release me from this sick, bitter, lost, and forsaken love.