It may be manmade, but it must exist,
it's what you want the most, and most resist.
Love's polluted, no, no - it's pure,
it's convoluted - one thing I can say for sure,
is I couldn't love you any more.

It's a game of fetch we'll never win,
you throw me out, it brings us back, you throw me out again.
Love's an affliction, no, it's a cure,
it's a contradiction, it harms and heals, adores and abhors.
I couldn't love you any more.

Love is a tangent, yeah, love is an interlude.
Love is an instinct - not now, dear, I'm not in the mood anymore.

It's no big deal, it's not worth losing sleep.
You overanalyze the simplest things -
love's what you take but could never give,
love's what you hate, you'll never figure out what it's for.
I couldn't love you anymore.