  This love is a love that branches off, apparently, and I am left at your will. Kiss me and tell me it's over between the two of you or drug me up and leave me crying. At least I'll be floating until I come down. At which time I'll ask you again to tell me what I wanna hear, c'mon baby whisper in my eeeaaar. Straight from my heart to Cory. Via Codine. 
