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