Chaos-ridden, inner space Turns out home is not a place When I think home, I see your face Up there so long, everything changed

No one on this street knows No one in this mall knows No one in this bar knows And none of my friends know Surely none of my colleagues Nor do my family

Oh god I thought I was too old for this I should be over it I'm much too old for this But I'm not over it

Is it love or suicide? Is it love or suicide? Is it love or suicide? Is it love?