love don't come - Field Medic

These golden ideals\nYes they come and go\nBut the wildest spirits\nSpring up from the catacombs\nTo scratch and sting\nI flatline\nI wanna curse them demons\nBut the truth is that they’re mine\nNo\nLove ain’t the same\nIt could never be\nCause our arms take home stray limbs\nThese days just to get to sleep\nWe try to make love\nBut love don’t come\nSweet virtue virtue\nGone out the door\nAnd down the hall\nLeft me lying on a pillow\nCasting shadows on the wall\nI could’ve never seen myself\nSo eager to dissolve\nWhen I was just a dreamer\nBefore the alcohol\nBefore the fall\nWe try to make love\nWe just fuck\nAnd love don’t come