My therapist once asked me
If I wanted to be in love
And I answered back to her
“I guess, maybe, kind of....”

I mean it doesn't sound like something
That I'd really dislike
But then again
I don't even really know what true love feels like

I write these songs
Singing like I'm an expert
Teaching love in a lecture
A broken heart collector

I'm fooling myself
Over something I don't know
Putting on a big show
A single clap from the back row

I don't know anything
Bout the topic I so choose to falsely go and muse
I'm a farce of a king
Writing love songs all about things I've yet to try on out

I'm shameful of my lacking life
It feels like I've been left behind
I missed out on my chances
To feel how love is blind

I know that I have got some time
So why feel rushed if there's no need
But part of me just wants to know
What I'm missing... do you agree?

I write these songs
Singing like I'm an expert
Teaching love in a lecture
A broken heart collector

I'm fooling myself
Over something I don't know
Putting on a big show
A single clap from the back row

I don't know anything
Bout the topic I so choose to falsely
go and muse
I'm a farce of a king
Writing love songs all about things I've yet to try on out

I write these songs
Singing like I'm an expert
Teaching love in a lecture
A broken heart collector

I'm fooling myself
Over something I don't know
Putting on a big show
A single clap from the back row