Love isn't all it's cracked up to be
There are fights, and doubt
And times when you fear what the future is keeping
To itself
It is cold and alone
Your house isn't home

Each friend is a pastime
But each love is a job
A hobby
A passion
A gut-wrenching hug after the day's been too long
It is a tool
A fixture
An element, and a mixture
A blessing and a verse
Your life turns into fast forwards
Pause

Then reverse

But this loss,
It isn't all it's cracked up to be
It isn't like you and me
Because we loved each other
Didn't we?