Everybody is always asking what is love.
But nobody actually knows what love is.
We say we love each other but we don’t even know what it means.
Maybe love is silence that doesn't feel empty.
Or hands that don’t let go when things get hard.
We say it to strangers after two drinks.
We post it online with hearts and filters,
But can’t say it to our own reflection.
I thought I loved him when he smiled at me.
But love didn’t show up when the door slammed shut.
It stayed silent when I cried into my hands.

Back when we were younger, we didn’t have a care in the world.
We could spin around in circles, play on a playground, and just have fun without a care.
Back when we were younger, we would go over friends houses, and the very same day we would ask our parents if we could have a sleepover.
Back when we were younger, we would color outside of the lines on a coloring page.
Back when we were younger, we wanted to know what play-doh tasted like.
Back when we were younger, we thought that all the different colors in our cereal tasted different.
Back when we were younger.
Now, were not young anymore were grown up.
Now, we care about everything in the world.
Now, we don’t spin in circles, or play on a playground, and we don’t just have fun without care.
Now, we just hangout.
Now, we don’t really color, and when we do we don’t color outside the lines.
Now, we don’t wanna know what play-doh taste like.
Now, we don’t think that the different colors in our cereal taste different.
Now, were just older and wish we were younger again.