The Patron Saints Of Love

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She never had much luck in Romance
Sorrow always felt like home
Each time she found a patch of sunlight
Something in her always had to roam

She seemed to spend her time in endings
That only took her right back to the start
She never found a land to conquer
But found a place to rest here in my heart

She may be the duchess of disaster
I may be the count of not enough
We may not be the king & queen of happy
But we’re gonna be the patron saints of love

I set out for Summer back in Winter
Never made it far as Spring
I saw the sun way up above me
But never felt it on my skin

We met up within the House of Hiding
I found her every place she hid
I swore that I’d give all I had to have her
And that’s exactly what I did

She tore my heart out with her fingers
I broke hers with just a fountain pen
We hurt each other worse than children
And the strange thing is I’d do it all again

And she may not be the poster child for Lovely
I may be a broken turtle dove
We'll never be the king & queen of happy
But we’re gonna be the patron saints of love

I’ve always liked the light in Lonely
Whenever passing Solitude
She comes to mind more than all others
Whenever I find me in that mood

And when they build our statue up in Heaven
I hope she wears that dress she wore in Hell
Maybe in days to come some lovers
Will build their little home where our shack fell

We may be a pretty pair of nightmares
A cautionary tale from up above
We’ll never be the king & queen of happy
But we’re gonna be the patron saints of love
Yes we’re gonna be the patron saints of love