I once thought
That being in love
Was better than
Being alone

And then I realized
That with love
Sometimes comes tears
And an empty bed at night

Oh what a world it would be
If love could exist
Without any sadness
Any insanity

A blooming of cold nights
And cigarette smoke
Tend to be what love is
To me

And with you
I have found love
But have also learned
That love is not what I thought it would be