well, his eyes are blue and your eyes are bluenand you're the furthest thing from him,nbut if you think you're cool it's more likely truenthat your friends wish you were deadnnyou can make them bow or you can push them outncause you never really learnednhow to connect you can't comprehendnhow it's gonna endnn[chorus]nmake love till those chemicals wear offndo your best to complicate it allnfind love buried in the (those) words of godnbut you know you found them cause you hit rock bottomnand it's cool man, cause cool hands losennyou never captivate, you just capitulatenand you follow all the trendsnand if you make it out, you know they'll figure outnthat you're faking all of thisnnand you're waiting for some kind of irreverencenyou know the rebels ain't your friendsnthey can see right through, you play it safe don't younand if your story never starts, how can it endnn[chorus]nnlove me, hate me, kill me, let me know itnnwell if it's bad, and if i'm drunk i'm drunknbut brunettes are in my bloodnand you can let me know if you'd be into itncause it's spring and i'm in lovennand now i'm paralyzed by fictitious eyesnyou know i'll never make them minenwell i should have guessed that i can make a messnlike nobody's businessnn[chorus]nnlove me, hate me, kill me, let me know it