Think it every day, girl Moments in our lives So instinctively sad That thorn digs in my side Yeah, she doesn't know what she wants from me A fickle tale of ontology She won't tell She'll just mess with me Beauty's in mind Teach me of the stars Sleepless on the floor To read you is so hard And she doesn't know what she wants from me A fickle tale of agnostacy She won't tell She'll just mess with me I'll dream of you tonight You're in them every night