It got warm outside at night
and the feeling of rushing air feels so right.
No matter what you say you know it's true.
You can move on if you choose to.
I know how it feels to stand there in your shoes.
I've stood there before, stood there with you.
And I know that it is hard to let go of love,
but I'm not really sure that's what this was.
Because days spent in bed,
fingers running through your hair,
the words in whispers of lust,
missing school and not giving you up,
and nights spent in agony.
The yelling and the screaming.
No, I'm not sure this was love.
Let me down softly,
why don't you?
Take me high,
and drop me like rain.
My heart is with you for so many reasons,
and you never came.
Tell me now what it is you want.
Tell me, now, why you care.
Tell me how,
how you can think of me
when all you ever wanted was her!
Because days spent in bed,
fingers running through your hair,
the words in whispers of lust,
missing school and not giving you up,
and nights spent in agony.
The yelling and the screaming.
No, I'm not sure this was love.
No, I'm not sure this is love.

You're at my back door,
begging to come in.
To sit down and talk.
I want to open up,
I really truly do,
but I can't.
This has to stop.
This was never love.
Though I thought it was.
And you saying such sweet things now doesn't make what happened any better!
Love is fallen
into the deep dark pits.
Never go after it.
This is what happens.
This is love.
This really is.
Love is a shard of glass
begging to pierce your skin.