i'm seeing hearts in your eyes.
they're making art on the bathroom stall doors
the damage is done
the numbers have all been dialed
and the phone has all but rung
and we'll talk for hours
of people and towns 'til you get
tired and your guard comes down

you can arch your back
kick and scream. lie to me
saying that you meant you everything
and moments that you had
crying through wires,
over land and into my ears
telling me everything is better,
is different when that one is near
so you're publicly happy,
privately insincere
realize your greatest fear:

this is not love

oh no, it's nothing of what you though it was
this is not the one

and you've seen it before
but you just can't place
and you you've made it before
but just can't recreate it
i'm telling you now, my friend
this is not love