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