So we got an issue
Put away the tissues
I'm telling you now that things will be alright
One minute you're swearing
And other times you caring
And how will I ever know what's on your mind?
Well hear me out
I'm not complaining
Got a theory that explains it
I guess you're schizophrenic
But I swear I don't regret it
Yea I love the things you do
I promise that is true
Here is my confession
Yea I heart your imperfections
And I think it's time you knew
I love the both
I love the both of you
No I don't need a warning
At least your never boring
I'm watching you laugh yourself until you cry
Well I don't let it faze me
Cause we're all a little crazy
But who wants to have the sugar with no spice
Well hear me out
I'm not complaining
I don't ever want you changing
I guess you're schizophre
