Love of the Loveless.
When you tell the girls they are pretty,
I hope you think of me somewhere in there.
And when your internet friends keep you up at night,
and running at work,
I hope you know I'm standing right next to you.
And they'll never be there the way I have.
And they'll never love you the way I do.
And they'll never care for you as much as I do.
I hope reality hits you sometime soon.
Because baby boy,
if it doesn't,
it will hit me first.
Love me, love me.
I need you. But I guess I'll remain in this alone.