From the very start we’re told 
lie we’re taught to have and hold “from this day forth” 
It casts its spell and then we’re sold 
But years will be unkind 
We learn we cannot push rewind or take things back 
We’re helpless and blind 
All because 

It’s the grandest illusion 
sympathetic liar 
The damnedest delusion 
Our heart’s desire 
poet’s disease 

Is Hollywood to blame? 
Does every story end the same? 
Is expectation just too high to play the game? 
It may be we both changed 
But tell it to my face if there’s another reason 
Don’t go saying it’s just a phase, no... 

It’s the grandest illusion 
sympathetic liar 
The damnedest delusion 
Our heart’s desire 

Unconditional, metaphysical 
It’s the greatest liar 
Purely physical, simply chemical 
Caught in the wires 

It’s the grandest illusion 
sympathetic liar 
The damnedest delusion 
Our heart’s desire 
Just an outlandish confusion 
Don’t we ever tire? 
The heart’s greatest pollution 
We keep aiming higher 
poet’s disease 
fatal disease...