We know its not love but we don’t know what love is
so we pretend just for the night.
We surround ourselves with nothing else
but each other. The lights are off
just like our feelings and the space around us
is emptier than our hearts.
This isn’t love but we don’t care
we pretend because we don’t know anything else.
Just for the night we focus on each other while
surrounded by the empty bottles that made us this way.
We find ourselves intertwined with each other
so we just pretend.
When I wake up I know the feeling will be gone
and so will you. Loving will turn into
heartache and I’ll still be mesmerized
by the smell of your Burberry cologne
that you wore so well that night.
But I don’t care because even if the sensation
leaves me when I wake up
I know what it felt like
even if it was only for the night.