[ Featuring Place ]
I'm the patron saint of broken hearts
I'm a mess, I confess, and that's a start
But where it ends, I don't know
At the bottom of a whiskey bottle thrown at my face? Are you insane
Leave the past where it was, let's call this love
Leave the past where it was, let's be fools, let's call this love
I'm a dick, you're a dove
I'm addicted to the peace when you take off
But in your wake I'm taking shells and praying anyone will still take my calls
I'm on my knees, I'm begging you please
Leave the past where it was, let's call this love
Leave the past where it was, let's be fools, let's call this love
In between all the arguments, the make up sex, police visits, I lie like a carpet
To get laid and walked out on, strung out, beaten up and danced upon
And in between what we think we know
Two souls that have to want, to hold, to own
We get a taste and waste away or waste it gambling it all away on cold hearts in warm bodies
We're two steps from the edge and one memory away from giving up and jumping in
Our history repeats, we neither learn nor retreat
We're going down, just you and me
Leave the past where it was, let's call this love
Leave the past where it was, let's be fools
Leave the past where it was, let's call this love
Leave the past where it was, we'll be fools, we'll be in love
