It's a trap
Someone is waiting in the tall grass
It's a trap
And no one around for miles
But you're all smiles

This disease
I find everything pursuing
I forget that I hate so many things
Like techno clubs
I prefer the queuing

If I curse
If I should accuse you
Please tell me that I'm wrong
If I'm worse
I'm just scared to lose you
I've wanted this too long

Can you please tell me what I'm doing?
I dorvt know
Swear I haven't got a clue
It's all new