I cannot think of a good place
Where they turn something into nothing
Unless that "something" is a worry
But that's not where we are
We are
It's not love
It's not lo-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ove
It's not love
It's not lo-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ove
They did not teach you gentleness
In the lessons that brought you
The binding knots and how to tie your shoes
Given the choice, you'd eat the fruit
Seeds, core, stem and all
And all
Clearly, I've got nothing but time
Recast in the past
It's a vicious, yet passing bruise
Clearly, I've got nothing but time
To exact the necessary expressions of sincerity from you
It's not love
It's not lo-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ove
It's not love
It's not lo-ove
Clean out your teeth
Those can be hard
Pinching the Skin
Plucking at strays
Pleading with it
Crushing it, Parting it
Startlingly marking in pen
And prove, in skin print pressed blue hues
I read this book about you when you're gone
Clearly, I've got nothing but time
Recast in the past
It's a vicious, yet passing bruise
Clearly, I've got nothing but time
To exact the necessary expressions of sincerity from you
Lately I've got nothing but time
Lately I've got nothing but time
It's not love
It's not lo-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ove
It's not love, but it is still ours
It is still ours
It is still lost