Stereo Speakers

I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo Speakers come on and turn me on They say that love is like a battlefield I guess I'm out of ammunition I'm waving my white flag trying to capture your attention sugar But I've got a fever from anticipation What does it matter no one's listening This is the winter of our discontent You are the brunt of my transgression How can we scream so loud with arms crossed and lips sealed?