Infatuated with you Do you know what I'm going through? I saw the two of you over the weekend And it's been happening a while So I laugh and I fake a smile But you're still holding his hand It's a cliche But I'm reading bad poetry About suicide And it's a cliche But I'm listening to Morrissey Singing "My Love Life" Infatuated with you Do you know what I'm going through? I saw the two of you over the weekend And it's been happening a while His laugh and your crooked smile And now my head is in my hands It's a cliche But I'm drinking myself to sleep Almost every night And it's a cliche But I'm listening to Morrissey Singing "My Love Life"