The Name Of This Thing Is Not Love

There's a part of this feeling that I just cannot kill



But the name of this thing is not love



And I can't take a potion, and I won't take a pill



So it tortures me still



But the name of this thing is not love







Then you start entertaining such a terrible thought



Life is so very short



And the name of this thing is not love







There's a bruise on her arm



And some blood on the floor



But the name of this thing is not love



And they're taunting some girl



That they claim to adore



She can't take anymore



But the name of this thing is not love







Who in the world do you think that you are?



That you pushed me this far



But the name of this thing is not love







He thinks of her still



Although you'd never guess



He's trying so to forget her



The occasional moments that he'll always bless



Watching her dress



For worse or better







He watched her pick over her broken playthings



What played on his mind is not love



The cast aside tokens and discarded rings



Over one of his flings



But the name of this thing is not love







Then he threw something down in the wild rushing river



And won't ever recover



But the name of this thing is not love







Then you start out pretending that you're so very tough



Life is not short enough



But the name of this thing is not love