They take advantage of him all of the time   Their fingers rape his cavaties   Probin' for a hidden cliché   He's a fruit that got in gravity's way   He's the first to tell you he's full of shit   Like that's half a compliment for men   Though he's waking up in puddles of piss   He marinates his metaphors in them      And in this moment...   La, la da da da da da, la da da da   Da da, la da da da da da   They'll be fallin' in love...   La, la da da da da da, la da da da   Da da, la da da da da da      She takes photographs of people she knows   She brings out the best and worst in them   And God is buried deep in the folds   Of her fractured self and the lies that they've told   She used to laugh at everything old   It was a joke that never aged a bit   But when they robbed her of her infinite smile   She said, "maybe I'll just play dead for a while"      And in this moment...   La, la da da da da da, la da da da   Da da, la da da da da da   They'll be fallin' in love...   La, la da da da da da, la da da da   Da da, la da da da da da      I'm right here, and I must admit, I've been pining for you   You're my wish; when I touch myself, I'm conjuring you   From fresh [?]; when we talk all night and the minutes are free   I just hope when I cast my spell, you'll be falling for me      Because...   Falling in love...   Could be the first thing   Falling in love...   Could be the worst thing   Falling in love...   There's no rehearsing   Retarded in love...