The ice inside your soul
My old tracks of rock and roll
You on my bedroom floor,
Sitting up on the door
Strumming the guitar
To the outside driving of cars
Me laying belly-up on my bed
The chords strumming through my head
This is how it ought to be
You sing to me
Sing to me an icy tune,
About how I remind you of a beautiful thunder storm you saw last June
A laugh here
A kiss there
This is how it ought to be
But you torture me
You're such a jerk
And continue to make my life worse
Yet I love you
I love you when you stroke my hair
And when you smell my pretty perfume lingering in the air
I love you when you roll your eyes
When you talk about someone's demise
I love you when I taste candy in your kiss
And when we play games you always purposely miss
But then you look at her
Her with the tiny waist
And the plastic-surgery face
You jerk
But I love you anyway
I love you today,
I love you tomorrow
I love you when you fill me up with sorrow
I love you all the time,
Because somehow in a twisted way, you're still mine
But then once again you break my heart,
Leaving me suicidal and dark
As you get up off the floor,
And start to go out the door.