True Romance

You better believe it’s true
You know I do, I do
You better believe it’s true
You know I do, I do
I’m a screwup of epic proportions
A walking hand grenade
Hyper-manic, a dime store dramatic
A conduit for pain
She said, «Don't speak, don’t think
Just take it off, take it off»
I said, «Don't speak, don’t think
Just mess me up, mess me up»
Don’t speak, don’t think
Just take it off
I’m pathetic, overly apologetic
I’m a tightrope tragedy
You’re Chicken Little, I’m a monkey in the middle
There is something wrong with me
She said, «Don't speak, don’t think
Just take it off, take it off»
I said, «Don't speak, don’t think
Just mess me up, mess me up»
Humming a slightly varied tune
Opposite angles of the moon
Buried in layers of ourselves
Leaves room for no one else
I believe it’s true
Cause nothing matters when I’m all wrapped up in you
I believe it’s true
Cause nothing matters when I’m all wrapped up in you