Our love still exists
on the park by the river,
and our love still exists
in the back of your pickup truck.
It’s sad to know
that you can love someone
with your whole heart,
and be wrong for them.
That you can love someone
so deeply and
have it not work out.
I love you
doesn’t work
when you’re a little too late.
I love you doesn’t work,
when you’ve walked away.
Yes, our love still exists
on your old worn out couch.
Our love still exists
somewhere, out there
but not here.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Our love still exists
on the park by the river,
and our love still exists
in the back of your pickup truck.
It’s sad to know
that you can love someone
with your whole heart,
and be wrong for them.
That you can love someone
so deeply and
have it not work out.
I love you
doesn’t work
when you’re a little too late.
I love you doesn’t work,
when you’ve walked away.
Yes, our love still exists
on your old worn out couch.
Our love still exists
somewhere, out there
but not here.
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