Anaxaphila

I have set ideals for the person That I'm supposed to love But when I met you, The ideals I have set all seem to be So ridiculous and inconsequential. You defy every single one of it. And my senses had been screaming at me To get away from you. I don't know why I'm falling in love With the obviously wrong person Because supposedly I'm the one Who should've known better. Love has once again played A mean trick on me Because she has given me an anaxaphila And I can't get enough of it For I can never get enough of you. (For Ave Angel)