Lyric 2

8:12am

I can’t even look at you.
When I do I love you and I don’t want to.
You tell me you cheated, that you don’t feel guilty.
You tell me if you left right now you wouldn’t miss me.
But you insist that I’m special, that you really do love.
How does this logic work?

You work at being right.
You love your logic and you insist upon it.
You love to debate and flex your reason.
Take the fun out of magic, the mystery out of faith.
Where’s the logic in affairs of the heart?
How does this logic work?

You say I deserve to know it all.
You know it hurts. You want me, you want more.
You rationalize your leaving, you reason your staying.
You quantify me in your head.
Where’s the logic in affairs of the heart?
How does this logic work?

I am not a commodity.
I am not an asset or a liability.
I am not a plus or minus in the list of your life.
I am so much more, but you don’t want to think that.
It’s make it harder, harder to reason.
Where’s the logic in affairs of the heart?
How does this logic work?

8:25am

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