Standing in Love
It feels like every situation is transactional
But it's so gross when intimacy is the currency
A commodity that's traded with the intensity
Of the loneliness these lovers felt before
I don't even think I know
If this is worth seeing through
Or feeling it out at all
Damn, I'm no entrepreneur
I'm tired of trying to be more lovable than I am
Just to find some relief from this fundamental problem
We're isolated and worst of all our brains insist
We feel separate from everything else that exists
I'm not really thinking that
This is worth seeing through
Or feeling this shit out at all
Christ, I'm no entrepreneur
Should I try harder to be a perfect person
Or make myself easier to love
It seems like the problem really could be
I don't understand this concept enough
Love is an active striving, not a noun or an affect
But a passionate affirmation of a beloved 'object'
This fundamental problem has left us all a mess
Trying to find love to hide from this separateness
Maybe the perfect person could be happy on their own
But imperfect people feel this way, and wish they didn't know
But it's so gross when intimacy is the currency
A commodity that's traded with the intensity
Of the loneliness these lovers felt before
I don't even think I know
If this is worth seeing through
Or feeling it out at all
Damn, I'm no entrepreneur
I'm tired of trying to be more lovable than I am
Just to find some relief from this fundamental problem
We're isolated and worst of all our brains insist
We feel separate from everything else that exists
I'm not really thinking that
This is worth seeing through
Or feeling this shit out at all
Christ, I'm no entrepreneur
Should I try harder to be a perfect person
Or make myself easier to love
It seems like the problem really could be
I don't understand this concept enough
Love is an active striving, not a noun or an affect
But a passionate affirmation of a beloved 'object'
This fundamental problem has left us all a mess
Trying to find love to hide from this separateness
Maybe the perfect person could be happy on their own
But imperfect people feel this way, and wish they didn't know
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Breslaw, Brian Majka, Jason Thompson, Scott Marshall
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