On a grassy knoll with a rifle in hand
Cupid cleans his little scope and calmly aims at a man
He had no plans of fallin', dreams of ballin'
Glorified call-girls callin'
Numb to strength, loves endorphins
Lust engulfin', yeah, I'm lost in here
But I'll find my way, I swear
Through all the fog, I stare
Dropped off this cross I bear
And chopped off my head
And tossed it back there somewhere
Now I'm headed home, my dear
And I brought a poem to share
And here's what it said
Love is a candle wick in rain
After the storm, we're still aflame
Oh, I love, love has been called a losin' game
But the more that I love, the more I gain

Oh, woah (oh)