It’s not about you anymore.
My love is for the brokenhearted.
My love is for the lost.
My lost is for outcasts,
for the awkward, and seldom crossed.
My love is not for those who will not take it as it comes.
My love is not for he who thinks he’s awesome at the drums.
My love is not for those who break the hearts and leave the scars.
My love is not those who keep dark secrets in their cars.
It’s not that I don’t love you; I promise I once did.
It’s just that there are promises of which I must be rid.
I’ll always call you loveable, and may one day come back,
But there’s a love that’s greater; there’s a piece of it you lack.
Find it in your heart to find the love that’s in my hands.
Ask about the meaning of those light blue rubber bands
