Maybe it's semantics but I don't believe in love
As a noun
I think it's only a verb
Because I know I can't run out of it
I know I can't hold onto it
But I can own the conduits
And make sure they work
Well, well, well
Well sometimes they do, yeah
And sometimes they don't, no
And sometimes you have to fix the come and go
I'm just a bit addicted to the tops and tails of loving
It starts just like a sudden rain
On fields of baked and brittle crop
And ends just like a housing market crash
When delusions finally stop
I love those twin peaks
That help suspend that thin bridge
Which spans across the most impossible love
But everything between I seem to struggle with
When everything is calm I feel inadequate
I get passive
Loving's never passive
No, no, no, no
I've never really learned to love effectively
I only seem to love in ways I want to be
I don't aim right
Loving should be precise
When love was just a noun I could run up a tab, lying down
Coasting on the fallacy of constant love
But in reality I think we love in fits and starts
And everything between is just a promised heart, hey!
I know it's not romantic but
Sometimes I think we never truly love another being
So much as the sensation of loving
Perhaps the height of happiness
Is nothing more miraculous than optimized giving and receiving
In perfect rhythm
And it's hard to find
It's so hard to find
It's hard to find someone with rhythm like mine
If I want to be a great man
(If I want to be a great man)
I will be forever working
(I will be forever working)
I'll be fixing up my inputs and my outputs
I will learn to love and be loved from any direction
If I could do that
I would never be lonely
If I could do that
I would be so patient
If I could do that
I would never withhold loving
If I could do that
I would never concern myself with reciprocation
I'd never let someone be a bottleneck of my loving
I'd learn to feed the world and by the world be fed
If I could fix the stitching of our broken language
I could be sewn into the soil rather than hanging by a thread
We have one word for so many different relations
From child love to inanimate objects—
Now is this because we don't value love?
Or because we know it's a concept so simple and binary
It's easy to confuse it with the memory
Or the promise of
Impossible love