Head Over Heels

I can’t ignore you any longer

My attraction to you is stronger

Lord knows I’ve tried to run

Lord knows I was all but done

To say my crush never happened

Doesn’t give me satisfaction

Doesn’t bring me mental peace

Cure my sadness in the least

By being honest with myself

I’m taking control of my health

Isn’t that what love is all about?

Why plant the seeds of doubt?

Because it feels so damn wrong?

It doesn’t make a good song?

People can’t stop laughing?

It’s a sin to just be happy?

I’m sick of lying to myself

Pretending to be someone else

I’m allowed to say, “I love you”

I know these words to be true

Head over heels and unashamed

Nothing can ever be the same

Broken heart can always restart

Even when ripped clean apart

One of these days I’ll say it to you

I’ve got nothing left inside to lose

Yes or no? Please think about it

Even if your answer is to shout it

Only then will I figure it out

Was it right of me to doubt?

Were my feelings valid all along?

Or have I always been so wrong?

Conditioned to Ignore Me

VERSE 1

The Clockwork Orange magic spell

Gave you a brainwashed story to tell

Conditioned to ignore me no matter what

Whether I hurt inside or have a deeper cut

I could burn a building to the ground

Or I could rescue an abused hound

Optimist, pessimist, who gives a fuck?

If it’s a cry for help, I’m shit out of luck

CHORUS

Conditioned to ignore me

Because you find me boring

Because I’m down on my knees

Begging for me to finally be seen

VERSE 2

Pavlov’s sorcery has got you by the balls

Conditioned to laugh whenever I fall

Conditioned to walk right past me

Conditioned to low-key blast me

It’s meat paste and the bell once again

Making drooling slaves out of good friends

I could burn the world or buy you pearls

Who’d give a fuck? Any boy or girl?

CHORUS

Conditioned to ignore me

Because you find me boring

Because I’m down on my knees

Begging for me to finally be seen

VERSE 3

I could hack the biggest computer database

I could kiss my kitty on his fuzzy little face

I could ride a nuclear missile like a horsy

I could pet every Labrador and every Corgi

Your conditioned response is still the same

To forget that I exist or that I have a name

Who put this spell on your pretty little head?

Who was the one who wished your soul dead?

EXTENDED CHORUS

Conditioned to ignore me

Because you find me boring

Because I’m down on my knees

Begging for me to finally be seen

Conditioned to reject me

Chew me up then digest me

Because I can’t scream loud enough

Somebody else already has it rough