Pined For You My Whole Life

Has it been a century, or a couple hours?

I don't believe in ancient wisdom, but it's in the stars

Thinking of you each night, just like I was born to

I should get a PhD in yearning all the time

I've pined for you my whole life

Morning, noon, and night

And I'll pine till the day I die

Yes, it's wrong, but why?

Roses growing backwards in my yard

Rain rising up to the sky

I fell in your hands, it changed the world

I challenge a man to want you more

Of they think they compete with my love

But I've pined for you my whole life

Morning, noon, and night

And I'll pine till the day I die

Yes, it's wrong, but why?

I hold hands with your shadow

Spend the night with your ghost

I can't wait for tomorrow

When I can stay home all day

Just waste away

And pine for you my whole life

Oh, why does it feel so good to pine?

Every hour, every minute, every year

Till the ending of all time