Conceptual Romance

And sometimes I dream you've left me

And I'm so lost I wake up high

High on madness

A sexual holding pattern

Stuck in erotic self-oscillation

This landmine of a heart

The only one I've ever had

I've ever had

Conceptual romance is on my mind

I call it abstract romanticism

Conceptual romance is you

It's you and I

It's you and I

This blood bitch's tale

It goes a bit like this

I lose myself in the rituals of bad art, infailure

I want to give up but I can tell

My heartbreak is too sentimental for you

Conceptual romance is on my mind

I call it abstract romanticism

Conceptual romance is you

It's you and I

It's you and I

So I lose my gaze to keep you

Creating a curve for the eyes

A rejected body

And losing it is constant, but such a lonely place

What can I say?

I don't know who I am, but

I'm working on it

I'm working on it

I'm working on it

I'm working on it

I'm working on it

I'm high, high on madness

These are my combined failures

I understand infatuation, rejection

They can connect and become everything

Everything that's torn up in your life

But come with me, I want to show you something

The original wound, the origin of the world

Of the world

Of the world

(I'm working on it)

(I'm working on it)

Of the world