Infatuated with you
Do you know what I'm going through?
I saw the two of you over the weekend
And it's been happening a while
So I laugh and I fake a smile
But you're still holding his hand
It's a cliche
But I'm reading bad poetry
About suicide
And it's a cliche
But I'm listening to Morrissey
Singing "My Love Life"
Infatuated with you
Do you know what I'm going through?
I saw the two of you over the weekend
And it's been happening a while
His laugh and your crooked smile
And now my head is in my hands
It's a cliche
But I'm drinking myself to sleep
Almost every night
And it's a cliche
But I'm listening to Morrissey
Singing "My Love Life"