I'll let you be the subject of my poems
the center of my improvement
And for my improvement alone
I'll let you be the object of my success

Oh! to be hopelessly in love
constant in making a fool of myself
feeling alive, yet again
enjoying the idea of having you

It's crazy, I like your inconsistency
your twisted mind and lying tongue
your words not matching your actions
you popping in and out of my life

You drive me insane with your mouth
your words that doesn't make sense
your heart that is...