Why do I keep writing bout you?

I know that's your question, at hand

Probably think I'm in love still

But that really can’t be it

I'll always have my love for you

That doesn’t mean that I still want you

You could never really have me

No, I couldn't ever promote you

They say, they say

That true love will

Find its own way

And for me, I was a little confused

I thought it woulda been you

I was dreaming just a little too soon

Recorded our own interview

Last time we spoke, what a view, one of you

Finding my true self

Yeah, I really got that that

One on one help,

Wondering what is the point of

All of this, hell

I can't explain myself, I won’t explain it well

They say, they say

That true love will

Find its own way

And for me, I was a little confused

I thought it woulda been you

I was dreaming just a little too soon

Recorded our own interview

Last time we spoke, what a view, one of you