Why do ya have to hurt me the way you do?
Why must everything red turn blue?
Why can't I fall in love with you?
Why does the sun fall into the sea?
Why do ya have to be so mean?
Why do ya mean so much to me?

Keep your rhyme on the rythm,
keep your lies to the few.
I tell ya what...
you mean everything baby,
I'd do anything for you.

Why do ya look at me the way you do?
You know I really mean nothing to you.
Like Robert Smith says,
"Why Can't I be you?"

You can count your friends on one finger.
You count on me any time.
Consider this our destiny.
This is our reason,
this is our rhyme.

Why do ya tease the hell out of me?
Why can't you just see what you mean?
Why don't ya give up those games and stay with me?
Won't ya play with me?

You can count your friends on one finger.
You count on me any time.
Consider this our destiny.
You were meant to be with me,
You were meant to be mine.

Keep your rhyme to the reason...
Keep your lies to the few...
Tell you what, you mean everything baby,
I mean nothing to you.