Book of Love

I wasn't worried about the small things

Tried to bury what they might or could have meant

And as far away as you could get, as distant as you'd ever been

You still love me

The book of love is fiction

Written by the loneliest to sing

Thinking they’re doing the best

Learning things they should forget

Until the end

So maybe we should plan then

Who will go, and who will stay, and when

Until one of us can say it like it is

You've already made your own bed

Can you tell me what just happened

Where's my girlfriend with her engine pinned red light

I pick you up on a Wednesday night

Go out for a secret drive

Like we were kids

Will we be alright

I have never doubted it before my friend

Are they ever coming back again

Those feelings that we started with

I'll give it time

So maybe we should plan then

Of who will go, and who will stay, and when

Until one of us can call it like it is

You've already made your own bed

I deserve the truth

But I'm so afraid of what It'd do

Finally seeing us for how it really is

I've been alone just never noted

Its time we had a plan then

Of who will go, and who will stay, and when

Until one of us can say it like it is

You've already made your own bed

I deserve the truth

But I'm so afraid of what It'd do

Finally seeing us for how it really is

I've been alone just never noted