Rachel Proctor Love, Or The Lack There Of
You love him, and he loves her
She’s got her eye on a boy at work
Then there’s that guy, from down the street
Who asks you out a couple times a week
And he’s cute, yeah
Into you, yeah
But you want what you don’t have
So you won’t have nothing in the end
Oh why does it have to be
Love, or the lack there of
Either it’s too much
Or it’s not enough
Sometimes it’s hard to let it go
Sometimes it’s just too hard to hold
Like fire and ice, too cold, too hot
Never satisfied with what you got
A wedding dress, a picket fence
You settle down, reality sets in
You used to melt with every touch
Now you just wish he’d pick his laundry up
Drives you mad, yeah
Have to laugh, yeah
‘Cause you got what you wanted
And now you want him
To change the way he is
The grass is always greener, yeah
Love, or the lack there of
Either it’s too much
Or it’s not enough
Sometimes it’s hard to let it go
Sometimes it’s just too hard to hold
Like fire and ice, too cold, too hot
Never satisfied with what you got
Uh unh no…
He brings you flowers, then he’s up to something
He doesn’t bring ‘em then he’s good for nothing
He’s playing hard to get, you can’t get enough
Then you catch him and you got him, why’s it still so tough?
Love, or the lack there of
Either it’s too much
Or it’s not enough
Sometimes it’s hard to let it go
Sometimes it’s just too hard to hold
Like fire and ice, too cold, too hot
Never satisfied with what you got
Mmmmmm… yeah yeah yeah…