Why must I sit here with my mind all hazy?
I'm thinking (not good), that I'm going crazy.
It is a danger when I think, like I do,
That I become estranged, from someone like you.
Doesn't mean, I don't love who you are,
Just that you're on a pedestal and a star.
I do love you, more than you'll ever know,
So let's get with it and on with the show.