Horoscope

I read your horoscope everyday
Just trying to understand the mystery at play
I try to read your mind but I already know
That you love me and it's starting to show

Chorus 1:
The chattering hens cluck and say it ain't right
But I'm just a boy who's a moth to your light
Love sneezes at such quaint and precious things
Like wedding rings
Such sweet careful vows
Are useless now I see

Verse 2:
I read the papers and it's all in the news
Somebody's heartbroke, now they got the blues
Been there and done that maybe five hundred times
Now I'm just out to get
What I know is mine

Chorus 2:
You may seem to think I'm cruel and unkind
A house wrecking fool who's lost his own mind
But love doesn't care about small and simple things
When church bells ring
Such sweet careful vows
Are useless now I see

Verse 3:
I've been so helpless, so owned for so long
So tired of lectures 'bout how it's all wrong
So he bores you, and he just never cares
What's so wrong with me just being there?

Chorus 3:
A good friend he asked me, "What's your end game here?
You're playing with fire, with gasoline near."
But love just ignores such loud and dangerous things
Such wreckage brings
I'm helpless in how I just blink at the vow you made