I set my own traps and I fall for them
It's called plain stupid and play pretend
I've been around your block before
I won't find what I'm looking for
I know you're no good for me
You make me do things I wouldn't normally
But sometimes it's just nice to feel warmth
To just sleep tight in someone's arms
Even though it's got nothing to do with loving
Cause you mostly bring about self-loathing
I let you fill my heart with imaginary love
I let you give me something to dream of
Do I have to search to find?
Or should I just stumble upon things in life?
Should I believe in serendipity?
Does fate still have something in store for me?
How deep must I fall before I get to climb?
How lonely must I be before sunshine?
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