What do I know about love? Nothing Where does the love go when it runs out? When does it leave? Why does it die? Do you kill it in one violent blow? Or is it a million unattended, unhealed little cuts and scratches? What do I know about love? Everything It creeps into my chest, uninvited and untameable You can feel it, this secret under your tongue burning like fire but sweet And it creeps up to your cheeks and makes you smile And suddenly you look down and you see your heart's veins reaching, clinging to someone else's heart I've learned a lot about love in my 20s, but not enough to maintain any control in the face of its power And for every new thing I learned, there was something else I couldn't understand What do I know about love? Maybe nothing And that's why it's everything