Eyes meet smiles and small talk and questions
And there's no thought to the motivation you'll need down the road
You start by gambling nights, then weeks, and months
And like a serious poker match, it gets more serious, like lifetimes
And I don't know shit
I didn't want this
But there was a wanting when I hadn't wanted for anything
And there are long hairs in my clothes, and pillows that smell like you for days
And there's a dopamine release in my brain that I can't stop chasing
And it's crazy how long I can last off of that
I haven't figured out lasting and leaving, neither appealing
I get back to the lasting
The last thing I keep are the mornings
I lose the nights and the days
It's the price for love
It's the price for being loved
