Feelings.
Nothing more than feelings.
Trying to forget my feelings of love.
(And spitefulness, anger - sometimes i wish i could chop your head off, but you're not really worth spending my life in prison, jealousy, raaaaaaaaaaageeeeeee, disappointment, woundedness, discomfort, and indigestion)
Teardrops.
Rolling down on my face.
Trying to forget my
Feelings of love.
(But it’s really hard to forget when you’re always around and saying things and breathing and stuff. So do us both a favor and get lost, okay? I’m not feeling really sociable today.)

Feelings. Whoa-oh-oh… feelings…