Mis ideas

My ideas
are burning me up
you're so dry
like a hollow
your jackets
are freezing
the cold's biting
so damn cold
my love is true
my love is true
I've run
through so many strange places
I've looked everywhere
and found nothing
I've lied to so many of my friends
that now that I think about it
I feel so lost
my ideas
are my prison
your handkerchiefs
bring me joy
my love is true
my love is true
I've run
through so many fields
I've looked everywhere
and found nothing
I've lied to so many of my friends
that now that I think about it
I feel so lost
my love is true
my love is a drag.