You submit yourself to a lifestyle
You guarantee yourself to a good time
Where love and lust only share a letter in common
Where their uncommon association is their juxtaposition
Where both can live in dimensions that are parallel
But you won't be saved by the bell
It rings to say that you're lying to yourself
But you won't be saved by the bell
It yells to tell you that it doesn't suit you well
You need to realize that love and lust share more than you wish they did
That both combined make up what you need
That lust alone makes you think of love
Even in the most meaningless and heated moments of fun
And that love alone makes you think of lust
Even in the most intimate moments of affection