Eyes meet smiles and small talk and questions And there's no thought to the motivation you'll need down the road You start by gambling nights, then weeks, and months And like a serious poker match, it gets more serious, like lifetimes And I don't know shit I didn't want this But there was a wanting when I hadn't wanted for anything And there are long hairs in my clothes, and pillows that smell like you for days And there's a dopamine release in my brain that I can't stop chasing And it's crazy how long I can last off of that I haven't figured out lasting and leaving, neither appealing I get back to the lasting The last thing I keep are the mornings I lose the nights and the days It's the price for love It's the price for being loved