Half-asleep, crying in that old bathroom Then I lean up against the mirror to See the way I look when I feel like I'm dying Guess I like the way I look when I've been crying And I'm fetishizing struggle in my head When I could fetishize more fun things instead Like feet and hair, the taste of sunscreen Ropes and teeth, the smell of gasoline And other things that hurt me less Love is hard In my hands, every single word you said Mm, want to mend, I can feel like garbage (love is hard) In remembering how bad I used to have it I can relive all my bottom-feeding baggage (love is hard) And I'm fetishizing struggle in my head When I could fetishize more fun things instead Like feet and hair, the taste of sunscreen Ropes and teeth, the smell of gasoline And other things that hurt me less (Love is hard) love is hard to have when it feels good to feel bad And underlying sadness is productive And I'm fetishizing struggle in my head When I could fetishize more fun things instead Like feet and hair, the taste of sunscreen Ropes and teeth, the smell of gasoline And other things that hurt me less Than fetishizing struggle Fetishizing struggle Fetishizing struggle Fetishizing struggle