You found a way to break away
from the one you say that you love
now you cry out your eyes day and night
you set free the one that you love

and it's [bad word]  I don't remember you
but I believe you if you say that we met
I get confused
nights, i've been wondering
I thought I was already dead

but man, I loved
yeah, I loved
when I loved
it was love
it was love
or at least, the closest I got

and the coffee, the cream
the blood in my dreams
are the ones you used to know
and the gas, the plane, the interstate
live the ones you don't have to know
and I regret this sad and awful [bad word] but my mouth, it'll get away from me
you, I just put up with you, kid
I stayed cause you wouldn't leave

remember love
oh, love
when we loved
it was love
it was love
or at least, as close as [bad word] 
and maybe joan [bad word] all alone
and there is a shortcut
by putting a gun to your brain
man, to take all that you got

and the [bad word] was I was just scared for you
but for me, that's the way that [bad word] you'd gotten used to me and my awful tongue
but god, didn't we have some fun?
when we made love in the van
and I drove with your hand on my lap
and when san diego got too unkind
we just picked up and left it behind
and we had some love and some hope
a full tank of gas and a wide open road

it was love
to us, it was all that we had
and there's just a day when you just break
the best thing you had
and I still call it love
for now, it's the closest [bad word]