We say it every day
Second guessing it constantly
Never knowing if it’s true
Warping into mayhem on the inside
Grinning on the outside
This feeling isn’t right
This feeling isn’t safe
But it’s familiar

Some call it insanity
Some call it torture
Some call it an illness
But we crave the way this feels

Isolating us from all common sense
It will break us in the end
But we are still on this ride
Chasing each other through ups and downs,
Twists and turns
On this rickety old rollercoaster
Never knowing when to stop

Arms in the air
Faces to the sky
Wind in our hair
Eternally giddy
Eternally reckless

We are wild on this ride
We are wild in our hearts
We will fly off these tracks together
We will land with bruises and scars
We will heal,
Forget our regrets,
And we will do it all over again.
We call this love.