Isn't it strange that I'm so open 'bout the things that I do?
Isn't it strange that I say the things that I say?
Isn't it strange that at night I leave you broken and blue
Just to love you the very next day?
Isn't it strange that we still talked after all of the drama?
Isn't it strange that I still can't get a clue?
Isn't it strange that after all of the arguments and drama
All the same I still love you?
Isn't it strange that I don't let up or go away?
Isn't it strange that what I say is true?
Isn't it strange that I hardly make sure you're okay
Yet I still say I'm in love with you?
Well the truth of the matter is I can't let you go
No matter what you say
So isn't it strange that even after you keep telling me no
My love for you won't fade away?