Love Is Not In Love

Late at night they go down to the city.
Not for lust. Not cocaine.
Gin and lights sure can make them look pretty,
But it’s not the same as beautiful.
Couldn’t bleed. Could have lied. Could have used so much I could die,
gotten high, got you off.
Pleasuring was so close you could touch it.
But it’s not the same as feeling up.
Wanted one, there is no one above you.
Not a lust. Not cocaine.
You should know that it’s sure that they love you.
But it’s not the same as being in love.
Love is not the same at all as being in love.