Walk away and don't you dare say that you love me any more.
It's been an uphill battle underwater with you and I for quite a while.
And if you still loved me, you'd still be standing on my side of the door.
And I wouldn't be falling asleep on the floor.
Below the line that I have drawn down the middle of my bed that I won't cross.
With the thoughts in my head that I refuse to acknowledge.
You're gone, and I'm waiting up for someone who's never coming home

But that's love, when you got it you don't need much. But when it's gone, you'll end up drunk and half asleep, with a feeling that you don't trust. That's love.

Replaced all my sheets, but somehow they still smell like you.
I tossed everything you left in a box at the back of my closet.
But I still find new reminders scattered all around my room.
And it doesn't help that the weather never reflects my mood.
It sent me searching for myself in the arms of someone else.
That did anything but help.
Because a night spent in the bed of a different host only shows you what it is that you miss the most.

But that's love, One day the realization will come. Everything that you've been running from won't
leave you alone if you run. If you run.

I recall the phone call, the moment you said it all. That conversation was nothing but one big contradiction.
And I played a fool to a girl too young to know the truth.

But that's love, it's the worst kind of drug. When you don't got it, you want it. And when you do, it's not enough.

That's love.