No Love

No love for my love
No glance to steal
No thrill from my touch
It kills me to feel the ghost of what we once embraced

There's no tell in your face, although I can tell
There's no talk on your lips, just the taste of his
And the gall it took to boast while you burned our bridges down

Yeah, I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out
And I've felt the pain that you gave in spades
But I'll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you
I'll cross the distance you aim to create

No love from your love
No kiss and tell
No fucks to give, love
Just one last farewell in the form of a fragile poem
That promptly turns to dust

Yeah, I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out
And I've felt the pain that you gave in spades
But I'll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you
I'll cross the distance you aim to create framed as last goodbye

Twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven, I hate my love for you
Twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven, I hate my love for you
Twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven, I hate my love for you
Twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven

Yeah, I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out
And I've felt the pain that you gave in spades
But I'll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you
I'll cross the distance you aim to create framed as last goodbye