Common sense would tell me
I don't deserve the anxiety
But don't underestimate the mind
When it comes to discounting blessings
I just need a minute and I will meet you downstairs
Misplaced my head but I know it's somewhere
This mopey introspection is getting old
And I'm getting old
And you're getting older
I will lay on the bed that we bought with credit
And I will think of the words and the way that you said it
You said:
Life is weird but it's mostly worth keeping
It's like some random words that you say when you're sleeping
And it's an amalgamation of thoughts unsaid
And it's every limitation of every language
It's a broken record of love and anguish
It's a lot to ask, and I find myself asking:
How do we let go and how do we hold on?
How do we know what we've got before it's gone?
I want to take the reins
I want to make it right
But you can't own the pain
And you can't own the light
And you can't own connection
And you can't own the time
And you can't own the world's sadness even when it feels like
Deep down you kinda need it
'Cause at least it's something real
You told me
You told me "there is no such thing as wasted love"
You told me "there is no such thing as wasted love"
You told me "there is no such thing as wasted love"
You told me "there is no such thing as wasted love"
