Pined For You My Whole Life

Has it been a century, or a couple hours?
I don't believe in ancient wisdom, but it’s in the stars
Thinking of you each night, just like I was born to
I should get a PhD in yearning all the time

I've pined for you my whole life
Morning noon and night
And I'll pine ’till the day I die
Yes it's wrong but why?

Roses growing backwards in my yard
Rain rising up to the sky
I fell in your hands it changed the world
I challenge a man to want you more
Oh, they think they compete with my love, but

I've pined for you my whole life
Morning noon and night
And I'll pine till the day I die
Yes it's wrong but why?

I hold hands with your shadow
Spend a night with your ghost
And I can't wait for tomorrow
When I can stay home all day, just waste away and

Pine for you my whole life
Oh, why does it feel so good to pine
Every hour, every minute, every year
Till the ending of all time