Three little words like the points of a triangle
Saying I love you don't seem all that natural
I know that all men are just made equilateral
Don't want my heart to be something collateral
Yeah like 'til death do us part
Still ends with a broken heart
How could something fatal be good for me?
Love's a conspir-a-cy
A cult that won't let me in
Like Illuminati
Falling for somebody
Isn't quite what it seems
If I had a dollar for the times
Someone said that I could find love
But that feeling's only for celebrities
Those secret societies
Never end up liking me
It fills me with anxiety
If I'm not invited I should leave
Yeah like 'til death do us part
Still ends with a broken heart
How could something fatal be good for me?
Love's a conspir-a-cy
A cult that won't let me in
Like Illuminati
Falling for somebody
Isn't quite what it seems