My vocabulary’s out the window and I’m mumbling more than usual and my feathers are easily ruffled.

My sleep pattern’s missing phases, I toss I turn while the curtains shade us and my whimpers are pillow muffled.

 

I’m back and forth like a chained dog is in the yard. Muttering to myself is your bite as bad as your bark.

 

Now I’m reluctantly in la la love. Reluctantly in la la la love.

Reluctantly in la la love. I’m constantly in love. La la la la la love.

 

My levels of serotonin rise when we talk on the phone and my blood pumps to the usual places.

Blue skies above the altar and a black cloud that follows me everywhere and makes me question happily ever after faces.

 

I pace up and down with my compass close to my vows. Knowing fairly well this affair could all go south.

 

Now I’m reluctantly in la la love. Reluctantly in la la la love.

Reluctantly in la la love. I’m constantly in love.

 

I’ve sat in this very restaurant. Marriage invitations in the very same font.

Declarations from various hearts keep me reluctant.

But I’ll keep coming back again and again and again and again

 

I zig zag attempting to outrun your clutches. It’s so sad I never could outgrow these hunches.

 

Now I’m reluctantly in la la love. Reluctantly in la la la love.

Reluctantly in la la love. I’m constantly in love.

Oh I’m reluctantly in la la love. Reluctantly in la la la love.

Reluctantly in la la love. I’m constantly in love.