Infatuation Infatuation She's just, a gold rush I want her much too much I'm searching every street Ladies love shiny things Infatuation Infatuation I watch her like a clock Waiting for her hands to cross If she won't say it, then not me well, Humans need enemies of Infatuation Infatuation Our honeymoon vacation Was our first conversation She's a highway gas station Convenient and forgettable I keep her locket key It don't open anything And she's gone now, so i'm singing Sometimes it's love and sometimes it's just spring time Infatuation Infatuation Infatuation Infatuation Infatuation Infatuation