Conceptual Romance

And sometimes I dream you've left me
 And I'm so lost, I wake up high
 High on madness
 A sexual holding pattern
 Stuck in erotic self-oscillation
 This landmine of a heart
 The only one I ever had
 I ever had
 Conceptual romance is on my mind
 I call it abstract romanticism
 Conceptual romance is you
 It's you and I
 It's you and I
 This blood bitch's tale
 It goes a bit like this
 I lose myself in the rituals of bad art, in failure
 I want to give up, but I can tell
 My heartbreak is too sentimental for you
 Conceptual romance is on my mind
 I call it abstract romanticism
 Conceptual romance is you
 It's you and I
 It's you and I
 So I lose my gaze to keep you
 Creating a curve for the eyes
 A rejected body
 And losing it is constant, but such a lonely place
 What can I say?
 I don't know who I am, but (let me know)
 I'm working on it
 I'm working on it
 I'm working on it
 I'm working on it
 I'm working on it
 I'm high, high on madness
 These are my combined failures
 I understand infatuation, rejection
 They can connect and become everything
 Everything that's torn up in your life
 But come with me, I want to show you something
 The original wound, the origin
 Of the world (I'm working on it)
 Of the world (I'm working on it)
 Of the world (I'm working on it)
 (I'm working on it)
 Of the world (I'm working on it)