I love you,   you.   But I don't know how to tell you that..   x5      How to describe all these feelings I'm feeling.   Love can be draining like internal bleeding.   How do I tell you that I'm breaking in half,   when love is no excuse for bad art.      I love you.   But I don't know how to tell you that..   x4      How do I know that you're not being misleading?   Love can be dangerous like a fire in your kitchen.   You bring me up then you tear me apart.   Still, love is no excuse for bad art.      I'd come in,   offer you.   You'd think I'm weird,   but it's true.   I know my art,   I'll prove you wrong   And this is not another pointless love song.      I love you,   you.   But I don't know how to tell you that..   x15         Tainted syllables.   Are not what I'm meaning.   I wish I could find the words.   To tell you how Im feeling.   Oh, these cold and tainted syllables.   Are not what I'm meaning.   I wish I could find the words.   To tell you how I'm feeling.   Oh, these cold and tainted syllables.   Are not what I'm meaning.   I wish I could find the words.   To tell you how I'm feeling.