"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 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 of better
He watched her pick over her broken playthings
What played on hI' mind is not love
The cast aside tokens and discarded rings
Over on of his flings
But the name of this things 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
"