I love you, I love you, I love you.
three words said repeatedly, back and forth
but when did "I love you" become a phrase that only one of us said?
I'm here waiting for you, and you're out there, looking for someone new.
Someone new to call princess, someone new to "love" and then
put on layover until the next comes along.
I know I should accept it if you don't love me, but that's not what you say every time you call me.
You say "I love you" and I say it too, blinded by something I wish was still true.