You want to call this love
And I almost do too
But I was raised better than to call a lie the truth
And to pretend you love me would be heartbreaking
Let's face it
Love isn't a game baby
It's not about who wins
If we both leave broken
We're a hot mess and we've made our home in chaos
The aftermath of destruction is usually followed by repairs
You start anew, rebuild the damaged layers
Well we're just damaged layers that continue to be broken
Everything collided and fell apart at the same time
Yet you want to call this love
But I am no fool.