There Is No Such Thing As Wasted Love

D Common sense would tell me A I don't deserve the anxiety Bm But don't underestimate the mind A When it comes to discounting blessings, I just D Need a minute, and I will meet you downstairs A Misplaced my head but I know it's somewhere Bm This mopey introspection is getting old A And I'm getting old, and you're getting older D So I will lay on the bed that we bought with credit A And I will think of the words and the way that you said it Bm You said, “life is weird but it's mostly worth keeping” A It's like some random words that you say when you're sleeping D It's an amalgamation of thoughts unsaid A And it's every limitation of every language Bm It's a broken record of love and anguish A It's a lot to ask but I find myself asking D How do we let go and how do we hold on? A How do we know what we've got before it's gone? Bm I want to take the reigns, I want to make it right A But you can't own the pain and you can't own the light D And you can't own connection and you can't own the time A And you can't own the world's sadness even when it feels like Bm Deep down, you kind of need it, 'cause at least it's something real A You told me D You told me there is no such thing as wasted love A You told me there is no such thing as wasted love Bm You told me there is no such thing as wasted love A You told me there is no such thing as wasted love