There Was Never A Spark Between Our Lips When We Kissed
You know, I don't think we ever were in love.
There was never a spark between our lips when we kissed
Or a fire between our skin when we touched
My tongue never craved the taste of you and my nose never longed for your violent scent
Our hands never did fit together and my fingers did nothing but graze your surface
My mind never wondered what was beneath your clothes and my eyes never wished to look at you
I remember when we planted flowers together
You wanted to give them water
But I wished to feed them sunshine
We never did agree on what to give them
And thinking we each knew best, carried out our own plans
You watered the flowers and I gave them the sun
But I guess good intentions always have their counterparts
Because they drowned in the water that you poured on them
And I scorched the petals with sunshine
I guess none of that mattered though
Because the entire time they were dying of malnutrition-
We had planted them in infertile soil
Our love was never a coursing river.
Instead it was choppy and frothy like whitewater rapids
We were thrown from our tacky yellow raft and smashed our heads against the rocks
At least we added some color to the foam
With you the sun never did shine as bright as before
And the water never did look quite as clear
At least I could say I had someone of my own
But I never would have shed a single tear
No, I don't think we ever were in love