Sing it to me

If there's no love I just can't believe it,
I've got a broken heart,
And only you can relieve it,
I come knocking at your door,
You don't live there anymore,
'Cause I really am confused,
And I don't know what to do about it.

 

Simple as a hint of gas, climing nostrils as you pass
Making Harvord graduates feel childish when they laugh at it.
Climb the rungs to Kindom Come, sour patch to acid tongue
Are you opposed to having fun? You clench the wold between your buns