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I mean... shit
where do you go at this point?
I just don't know, but

shes got me smoking someone else's cigarettes
I'm bumming lucy's
a new bad habit, now i've got a routine
I didn't know so many greyed hairs could grow in 16 weeks
so this is where this leads

and my blue jean pockets I burnt holes through all of them
even the back- yeah that's where my wallet was
I wanted to give her the world and more...
but couldn't so I gave her everything I could afford and I

met her when she was a florist
adorable
perfect if we were to talk of proportions
physically what I'd chose if I got to hand-pick
down to the skin pigment green eyes absinthe

and what I thought didn't exist-- proved me wrong
as soon as she decided to move her lips
intelligence met beauty how could I forget
she said "flowers are for the ones who are sorry"

The irony-- a girl who made arrangements as an occupation
didn't believe in such a gesture
like she hadn't seen love or was fed up with waiting
I remember being glad that I met her

But where to, now?
where to, now?
where to, now?
I'll tell you one thing's for sure-- this love ain't nothing
now...
where to now?
where to now?
I'll tell you one thing's for sure-- this love ain't nothing

I came home all smiles
my mother said she hadn't seen me this happy in such a long while
"why" she asked, i replied with a sigh of relief and said "this girl, she reminds me of me"
we were on the same page, even liked the same things
shared interests, so how could it be
that after a few months we were at each others throats
with these arguments and I don't know what we're about

dark jealousy came into play and then there's trust issues
"fuck you"s took the place of the "I miss you"s
way that you treated me? halted all together
the last time you really kissed me, I can't remember
and it's kinda disappointing I mean you could have had it all
shirt off my back, if you wanted I would have it off
I would have laid it in front of a puddle if I really thought you'd appreciate it and thank me tomorrow but
I was never perfect, far from angelic
but you spoke of love like you just learned to spell it
but some things are easier said than done and love with you is certainly one of them,
where to now?

where to, now?
where to, now?
where to, now?
I'll tell you one thing's for sure-- this love ain't nothing
now...
where to now?
where to now?
I'll tell you one thing's for sure-- this love ain't nothing

truth is, I played truth or dare with liars and risk takers
turns out you're just like them, this game's your favorite but
never have I ever had to put a finger down when they asked now if I thought it'd be better with you around
she was clever when she frowned
but it's all part of the plan
this game and the attention that she'd demand
in the past, same mirror I used to scream at
now could trace her face clearly stating
"I'll never go back to that place"

I imagine what it'd be like if we kissed again
cheap liquor on my tongue trying to keep it in
the girl who once intrigued me in every aspect
soon became only appealing when she was undressed

drug spins, pacing my apartment floor
wasting time, like "how couldn't she want him"
tried looking from the outside in
finally found hilarity in the useless intents

but it's been so long
haven't thought of you since
you were a song
material
a lyric at best
an excuse to sing my goddamn chorus again
I need you like a drunk needs a bucket next to his bed

But where to, now?
where to, now?
where to, now?
I'll tell you one thing's for sure-- this love ain't nothing
now...
where to now?
where to now?
I'll tell you one thing's for sure-- this love ain't nothing