Lovers Are In Trouble

Beeshop

Lovers are in trouble
And these troubles have no end
They come alone and in
couples
And their forms are different

Everyone's all alone in this lonesome
town
I just can't see anyone around

Lovers aren't laid down on their confy,
cousy beds
No one talks to each other
They're too busy taking meds

And I
just don't know what to do without you
I just don't know what the fuck I
do

I came from a place where lovers remain lovers
And they until the
end
They love, and love each other

They don't follow any trend

They just
don't really want
They just don't really care about

Saying "I'm sorry"

I'm
telling I'm sorry

For not being who you want
Not being who you care
Not
being who you love
Oh, baby, I'm sorry

For being perfect all the time