“What if Cupid hated his job of being matchmaker and decided he didn’t want to live a life of manipulation anymore” was the weirdly specific scenario addressed by this song. Lyrics: They always say it happens only if it’s meant to be Well I’m a tool for tuning cosmic harmony Boy’s and girls can’t manage their attracting biology Chemically cued passion fashioned faithfully He’s in the moment She’s got her hands tied I see it crashing down But a novice with notice And an angel with hell ties Surely can pull this out But I don’t think I like this now Love relying on a spell An arrow and her heart’s strung out This sweetness isn’t sitting well Hung up with an empty feeling I’m leaving this behind I don’t think I like this now, no They always say it happens only if it’s meant to be I’m the cherub dealing mortal destiny Caught in the passion of a sudden golden sting Love’s the death of reason and you’re wounded fatally He’s in the moment She’s got her hands tied...