Three little words like the points of a triangle Saying I love you don't seem all that natural I know that all men are just made equilateral Don't want my heart to be something collateral Yeah like 'til death do us part Still ends with a broken heart How could something fatal be good for me? Love's a conspir-a-cy A cult that won't let me in Like Illuminati Falling for somebody Isn't quite what it seems If I had a dollar for the times Someone said that I could find love But that feeling's only for celebrities Those secret societies Never end up liking me It fills me with anxiety If I'm not invited I should leave Yeah like 'til death do us part Still ends with a broken heart How could something fatal be good for me? Love's a conspir-a-cy A cult that won't let me in Like Illuminati Falling for somebody Isn't quite what it seems