You'd think people woulda had enough of love's clichés
But I look around me and I see it in endless play
Some people wanna fill the world with
A mother's broken-hearted boy
What's wrong with that?
I'd like to know
'Cause here I go again
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with that?
Maybe the death of me
Oh
Maybe the death of me
I look around and know you are my rock
And it keeps me safe and warm
I look around me and I see it isn't so
Gonna trumpet from the lo
Some people wanna fill the world with
Love's clichés
What's wrong with that?
Maybe the death of me
Oh
Maybe the death of me
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you