Love Is a Metaphor

If love is a dance

I've got two left feet

Don't know the rhythm

And can't find the beat

If love is a game

I've been benched from the start

Despite wanting to play

I can never take part

If love is a battlefield

I've taken far too many wounds

Everyone's left me

With another excuse

And if love's worth losing

Why am I so fucking scared of letting go

See I don't think love

Is quite so poetic, you know

If love were a fire

It'd be an unstoppable blaze

A fine wine

That knows how to age

If love is a lemon

Both bitter and sweet

Does that mean love

Is your heart skipping beats?

And love is a drug

That gets you hooked the first time

Nothing ever tastes good enough

Convincing yourself that "it's fine"

A whirlwind full of quicksand

That you're desperately trying to keep and

You're gripping, and ripping, praying for this

While it's casually slipping through your hands

Is that love?

Is that what we wanted?

It seems that this love

Shouldn't be quite so hard then