Another day at the school of love
Here, we can learn to hide ourselves
I'll bring 100 things to ponder
We'll sleep on them like napping mats
And when we wake we'll have the answers we lack
The calisthenics here consist of
Falling in and getting out of love
The last so much harder than the first
Those muscles never strengthen
A callous never forms
The pain is always deep and raw...
Another day at the school of love
Here, we have learned to heal ourselves
So bring 100 things you regret
And we'll knock them down like building blocks
And we will leave here.