Psychology

Ooh, yeah
I know you're fond of me
Why you bother me?
You keep playing with me
It's psychology
First you cold on me
Then you hot on me
Said you'd be there for me
But you not for me
I know you're fond of me
Why you bother me?
You keep playing with me
It's psychology
First you cold on me
Then you hot on me
Said you'd be there for me
But you not for me

On the emotional
I feel like Pinocchio
You were mine for half a day
Now you say we homies though
Hurts but you don't know it though
How long can I hold it though?
You got spice I oughta try
And I got sauce like Dolmio
Mom said if it is
Meant to be then it will
Talk like I've been remedied
But mentally I'm tip-drilled
Jumping at the fantasies
Of me and you as family
My devotion brought delusion
Stuck between kiss, kill
This real
I've never felt like this before
And cause it's new I do respect it
I watch you when you would Netflix
You give me air and leave me breathless
I might buy your favourite fragrance
I might buy your favourite neckless
Can't buy love I know I get it
If I could
You'd be a bad investment

I know you're fond of me
Why you bother me?
You keep playing with me
It's psychology
First you cold on me
Then you hot on me
Said you'd be there for me
But you not for me
I know you're fond of me
Why you bother me?
You keep playing with me
It's psychology
First you cold on me
Then you hot on me
Said you'd be there for me
But you not for me

Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me?
Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me?

And think not you can direct the course of love
If it finds you worthy, it directs your course
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself
But if you love and your needs have desires
Let these be your desires
To melt and be like a running brook that sings it's melody to the night
To know the pain of too much tenderness
To be wounded by your own understanding of love and to bleed willingly and joyfully
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy
To return home at eventide with gratitude
And to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song upon your lips