At least we dig each other

You make me question every feeling that I've had before.
You contradict all my theories.
Now I feel like a bad feminist.
And if this is not love, then it must be a terminal disease.
If we had a bunny rabbit, I would name it June.
Because knowing that we had each other, knowing that it's been three weeks of spontaneous happiness, knowing that I made you happy...
I just think this is not going to end the last day of the summer
This is going to go across the sky till the end of time.
You might not be the love of my life, but tonight you are the love in my life.
We already know how this will end. And I like it.