No Such Thing As Wasted Love

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”