It's all about you . . . . . . 

Love is arguements and saying things that were never 
meant
Just to hirt the person you're supposed to be in love 
with
Bickering over little things, that didn't mean a thing 
in the beginning
But now you're letting it grow and blow out of 
proportion
Now you're having trouble remembering reasons for all 
the screaming
No one's letting uo enough to let the two of you 
diffuse it
But the situation ceases to have steam in, breathe in, 
suddenly laughing now you're saying 
"Oh honey, why exactly were we fighting"
Kissing upon the lips and the face and you're thinking 
it's insane to have been so angry in the first place

I don't want to tell the truth
Let's bend the rules
It's not about me
No it's all about you
 
Wonderful, beautiful, awful torture and terrible
Incredible, detestable, neccessity
Half of a couple is almost impossible
But it's part of the artful patchwork of people
These are bittersweetheartattacks (x2)

Love is laughing and walking and joking in the spring
Giggling  in hysterics at what your partner said 
because they said it
Catching a glimpse of your profile soaked in sunlight
Glittering images in your mind's eye of husband and 
wife type dreams and fantasies
But burying them deep because it is too early
Snapping out of your reverie, catch the end of a story
"what was that?" 
Rewind momentarily
Now you're sitting and thinking about irrational 
irritations 
Which are irrational to people who don't have to live 
with them
The feeling's gone, you're worried you might not be 
able to bring it back
And these are bittersweetheartattacks

We're not the generation who forgot how to love
We simply opted out of bothering