Love like this doesn't come without a kiss.
Love like this is something that you miss.
Love like this isn't the kind that you diss.
And love like this didn't hit like Chris.
See I thought you knew,
before you took out a pen to sue.
And I thought you knew
when you did things that left me blue.
See, I thought you were different,
but you wanted someone to pay your rent.
See, I thought you had changed,
but your mind is still lost, deranged!
Still thinking about getting under covers.
Does That One know about your many lovers?
You have a problem, can't you see it?
But I think, you are in denial--missed it.
Still sharing that line, you know the one
about, "...all mine."
If you knew love like this,
you would have never dissed it,
you would have loved it,
you would have been there,
no Truth, no dare.
But all you do is stare,
at girls with short or long wavy hair
or is it boys, who like you, don't care?
You sell pipe dreams,
then want to gleam.
You whisper about hell,
but visit a wishing well.
See, this man, someone I once knew,
sits and shuffles in a church pew,
a wolf who eats white sheep,
one who took a regretted leap.
Then he falls away,
he prays,
counts his days
falls away,
wonders about that day in May.
Love like this
don't miss
the lesson,
your blessin'
don't play stupid, petty games
chasing a dame thinking you'll tame.
Man, he always does things the same, the same!
There he goes again--talking lame, talking lame.
Real love can't be found
in things that are wet and round.
Real love can't be found
when your down, down, down
in a bed way across some town.
Real love opens your sight,
let light come and give you real insight!
Nicholl McGuire
