of Love

I've got this drive to be eaten alive that's the only reason I can see, 'cause we've made a art out of falling apart and that's always how it's gonna be. I've thought of leaving you, but where would that leave me? I keep coming back to you. I'm just enough. I'm just enough. I'm just standing in front of your of love. You're not too sure just what you're looking for but you know you need a new , and you live your own life and you're nobody's just like any other Cosmo girl. In the rate-your-mate questionnaire, my makes your hair curl, but you keep coming back to me. You're just enough. You're just out of your enough. You're just standing in front of my of love. We're just enough. We're just out on a limb enough. We're just gonna get cut up by the of love. So welcome to the Love Capades where everything bleeds before it fades, and sometimes we get caught up in the . But it used to be okay. It used to be that all we had to spend was what attention we could pay. But now you're the queen of the horrible scene and we're both at our ropes' ends. We're and and we know we've become an embarrassment to all our friends. They say we're on the but it all depends. We keep coming back for more. We're just enough. We're just the same enough. We're just standing in front of the of love. We're just enough. We just haven't had enough. We're just gonna get cut up by the of love.