Love Like A Hobby Lyrics by salem ilese
I met this guy, he’s a middle child
Loves the Lakers and the liquor aisle
He doesn’t know a thing about me
Probably doesn’t think about me
I memorized everything he said
I could draw him if I had a pen
I never even saw his front door
Really what was all of that for?
If I think too hard about all the seconds
That I spend on men that don’t ask a question
I could break my heart from all that regretting
Tell me why, why, why?
Why is it so hard to show me a fraction
Of the care I give to somebody average?
What a waste it is, I made it a pattern
Tell me why
I need something to stop me
From giving away my mind
To a non-existent storyline
I treat love like a hobby
I dedicate all my time
If I give my life, then what stays mine?
Mine, mine