Book Of Love

I wasn't worried about the small things Tried to bury what they might or could have meant And as far away as you could get as distant as you'd ever been You still love me The book of love is fiction Written by the loneliest to sing Thinking they’re doing the best Learning things they should forget Until the end So maybe we should plan then Who will go and who will stay and when Until one of us can say it like it is You've already made your own bed Can you tell me what just happened Where's my girlfriend with her engine pinned red light I pick you up on a Wednesday night Go out for a secret drive Like we were kids Will we be alright I have never doubted it before my friend Are they ever coming back again Those feelings that we started with I'll give it time So maybe we should plan then Of who will go and who will stay and when Until one of us can call it like it is You've already made your own bed I deserve the truth But I'm so afraid of what It'd do Finally seeing us for how it really is I've been alone just never noted So maybe we should a plan then Of who will go and who will stay and when Until one of us can say it like it is You've already made your own bed I deserve the truth But I'm so afraid of what It'd do Finally seeing us for how it really is I've been alone just never noted