No Love

No love for my love

No glance to steal

No thrill from my touch

It kills me to feel the ghost of what we once embraced

There's no tell in your face, although I can tell

There's no talk on your lips, just the taste of his

And the gall it took to boast while you burned our bridges down

Yeah, I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out

And I've felt the pain that you gave in spades

But I'll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you

I'll cross the distance you aim to create

No love from your love

No kiss and tell

No fucks to give, love

Just one last farewell in the form of a fragile poem

That promptly turns to dust

Yeah, I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out

And I've felt the pain that you gave in spades

But I'll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you

I'll cross the distance you aim to create framed as last goodbye

Twenty-four seven

Twenty-four seven

Twenty-four seven, I hate my love for you

Twenty-four seven

Twenty-four seven

Twenty-four seven, I hate my love for you

Twenty-four seven

Twenty-four seven

Twenty-four seven, I hate my love for you

Twenty-four seven

Twenty-four seven

Twenty-four seven

Twenty-four seven

Yeah, I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out

And I've felt the pain that you gave in spades

But I'll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you

I'll cross the distance you aim to create framed as last goodbye