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

I'll tell you what I told my therapist:

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