Lovelorn

This spring day of 1990
 eyes meeting and breaking the innocence
 in these teen days, end floated in the air
 pills in her pocket, sound like a sweet escape
 Push me in the well, and I'll fall under your spell
 wring my neck, and I'll swear to be your wreck
 push me in the well, and I'll fall under your spell
 wring my neck, and I'll swear to be your wreck
 This spring day, when love turned into hate
 breaths mixing, goodbye to ignorance
 pills in her pocket, are the only escape
 Push me in the well, and I'll fall under your spell
 wring my neck, and I'll swear to be your wreck
 push me in the well, and I'll fall under your spell
 wring my neck, and I'll swear to be your wreck
 This last day...
 lovelorn 'til the end