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L.O.V.E.

 

L.O.V.E.


L-O-V-E

Either you're a serial killer or the love of my life
'Cause when I'm around you I feel like I could die
My heart beat's alarming, keeps me up at night
It's too good, you gotta have a reason why so

Where's the part when you fuck me over and I never call you again
Missed the part where I'm talking shit in a group chat with all of my friends
I'm conditioned to not get attached so can you tell me when?
Can you tell me why I'm

Dancing in the mirror on Monday nights
And I'm calling my best friend but not to cry
I'm used to the let-down so you'll have to spell out
What L–O-V-E feels like

L, for the Last boy who broke my heart
O, for so Over being torn apart
V, for Very skeptical of feelings
E, for Eventually healing

'Cause I don't know
I'm used to boys who like control and like to check out
Got me all up in my head now
And I'm gonna doubt you, maybe sabotage a little
It's only 'cause I'm scared I'll get played like a fiddle

Where's the part when you fuck me over and I never call you again
Missed the part where I'm talking shit in a group chat with all of my friends
I'm conditioned to not get attached so can you tell me when?
Can you tell me why I'm

Dancing in the mirror on Monday nights
And I'm calling my best friend but not to cry
I'm used to the let-down so you'll have to spell out
What L–O-V-E feels like

L, for the Last boy who broke my heart
O, for so Over being torn apart
V, for Very skeptical of feelings
E, for Eventually healing

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