Last night, I had a dream
We were inseparably entwined
Like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine
Held together, holding each other
With no one else in mind
Like two atoms in a molecule
 [bad word] 

But then I woke from the dream
To realise I was alone
tragic event, I must admit
But let's not be overblown
I'm not trying to write a love song
Just a sad, pathetic moan
And maybe I just need change
Maybe I just need a new cologne

But now I look at love
Like being stabbed in the heart
You torture each other from day to day
And then one day you part
Most of the time it's misery
But there's some joy at the start
And for that, I'd say it's worth it
Just use a blade that's short and sharp on me

And if love is just a game
Then [bad word] it's no fun?
If love is just a game
 [bad word] I've never won?
I guess maybe it's possible I might be playing it wrong
And that's why every time I roll the dice
I [bad word] undone