Trash and Treasure
We're in the car
This is the last time we'll be here
I want to know why I should put up with this, with you
"Because I love you" you declare
Why should I want your love?
You hand it out like pamphlets to everyone you meet
It has no meaning
So why should I want it
You can't treasure trash
I certainly won't
You're trying to convince me it's treasure
I know it isn't
Why do I keep doing this
I let you in and you give me your drama, your garbage
You expect me to hold up what I cannot
So why do I do it
Because you love me
Or so you say
I might've believed you in the beginning
But you've proven me wrong too many times
You dreg up tears, you yell, scream, threaten
Really, it's the real you now
Not hiding behind the facade of love
This is who you really are
I'm sorry that I don't love you
But how does one love the thing that hurts him
I know not
But I know I don't love you
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