What Love Does
I'm more aware of my decisions now,
Precision now, handle with care
I still get the feeling that I'm missing out,
I'm kissing out into the air
For no one...
There's no one
Love died and moved on from everything quickly
Love says that you're fine, but offers you pity
Love swims ahead of me just by a hair
But give me some time, maybe I'll meet it there
The water's flowin' to the river now,
The giver now, is takin' all
Dots are connecting, and I figure out
It's not the end, it's a wake-up call
For no one...
I'm no one
Love gives you choices, and says pick the best one
Punches a hole in you, then leaves the rest of
Your heart for you, still beating, just by a hair
But give it some time,
Maybe I'll meet it there
(At Broadway, or Main St., or right in the city)
(Now if I get knocked down, can I get up quickly?)
Can I get back on my feet,
Without what love does to me?
Can I get back on my feet,
Without what love does to me?
Love died, and love moved from NY to DC
Love tried, but it couldn't do this for three weeks;
Pretending we could give kisses through Facetime
(Holding onto this and starting a new life)
So Junior year sucks,
And life's in a rut
And I'm spiraling downwards while she's moving up
I'm happy for you, but this crappy life won't do
So give me some time,
Maybe I'll meet you there
Precision now, handle with care
I still get the feeling that I'm missing out,
I'm kissing out into the air
For no one...
There's no one
Love died and moved on from everything quickly
Love says that you're fine, but offers you pity
Love swims ahead of me just by a hair
But give me some time, maybe I'll meet it there
The water's flowin' to the river now,
The giver now, is takin' all
Dots are connecting, and I figure out
It's not the end, it's a wake-up call
For no one...
I'm no one
Love gives you choices, and says pick the best one
Punches a hole in you, then leaves the rest of
Your heart for you, still beating, just by a hair
But give it some time,
Maybe I'll meet it there
(At Broadway, or Main St., or right in the city)
(Now if I get knocked down, can I get up quickly?)
Can I get back on my feet,
Without what love does to me?
Can I get back on my feet,
Without what love does to me?
Love died, and love moved from NY to DC
Love tried, but it couldn't do this for three weeks;
Pretending we could give kisses through Facetime
(Holding onto this and starting a new life)
So Junior year sucks,
And life's in a rut
And I'm spiraling downwards while she's moving up
I'm happy for you, but this crappy life won't do
So give me some time,
Maybe I'll meet you there
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Writer(s): Thomas Scheuer
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