So you’ve found out the truth. The secret is out.
Despite all my tries to keep it from you, you know what I’m about.
I’d meant to be hidden, to keep it inside.
But you had to dig, had to pry, and you’ve left me with nothing to hide.

Yes, I admit the dark dirty truth, you’ve made me do so.
You are the only one that I can think about, but of course, you knew so…
you know that I care about – which is something I’d sworn to never do
but it’s time that you admit to me that you love me, too.

You love me, too. It’s true for me, as well as you. My truth reflects on you, it’s true.
You love me, too.

We’re awful together. But perfect as well.
This heaven we’ve reached is a California Hotel.
We can’t go the distance; it’s unreasonable to try,
but you’ve never been one to give up on the impossible and you know? Neither have I!

So we’ll fight on through one love, and also one hate
as we continue this macabre decision to date.
Yes, I’ll go the distance, if you’re with me, dear.
For only a life without your persistent persnickety pique is one that I fear.

You love me true. I know that you do. I love you, too. I’ll be there for you.
We are both screwed.