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