Love Leaves at Midnight

And I’ll say
When I had just turned twenty,
I was supposed to get married,
To this one girl,
We’ll call her Love,
But not that sweet kind of love,
That love that doesn’t even love you back,
That love that lies to you and doesn’t call back,
That love that secretly hates you,
Because it doesn’t understand you,
Nor does it want to,
Yes sir,
That kind of love,
The kind of love that will get up and leave you,

And in the end,
She did just that,
And left,
Without saying a thing,
Not even a goodbye,
Just left,
Probably sometime in the night,
When no one would notice,
Just left,

Left me to think of her and her face,
Of what she might be doing,
Or where she might be,

Yes sir,
That kind of love,
The kind that leaves your heart beating rapidly,
The kind of love that leaves you confused,
That heartbreaking love,

But to tell you the truth,
There’s no other kind of love.