Conceptual Romance

And sometimes I dream you've left me And I'm so lost, I wake up high High on madness A sexual holding pattern Stuck in erotic self-oscillation This landmine of a heart The only one I ever had I ever had Conceptual romance is on my mind I call it abstract romanticism Conceptual romance is you It's you and I It's you and I This blood bitch's tale It goes a bit like this I lose myself in the rituals of bad art, in failure I want to give up, but I can tell My heartbreak is too sentimental for you Conceptual romance is on my mind I call it abstract romanticism Conceptual romance is you It's you and I It's you and I So I lose my gaze to keep you Creating a curve for the eyes A rejected body And losing it is constant, but such a lonely place What can I say? I don't know who I am, but (let me know) I'm working on it I'm working on it I'm working on it I'm working on it I'm working on it I'm high, high on madness These are my combined failures I understand infatuation, rejection They can connect and become everything Everything that's torn up in your life But come with me, I want to show you something The original wound, the origin Of the world (I'm working on it) Of the world (I'm working on it) Of the world (I'm working on it) (I'm working on it) Of the world (I'm working on it)