Lessons In Love

All the boughs that we were shaking, vows we were taking, were the nows we were forsaking – lessons in love. Strong on style, or long on laughter? Hard to figure what you’re after. All the codes that we were learning, modes we were spurning, were just roads with no returning – lessons in love. Try to pin you to a feeling – nailing custard to the ceiling. All the tricks that we were trying, sighing and crying, all the time, our time was flying – lessons in love. Leave your troubles on the shelf, dear: pick a theme that’s not yourself, dear. All the fruits we never tasted, posters we pasted, all the joy we had, but wasted – lessons in love. Understandings? Misdemeanours? Seeking grass that's always greener. All the chances we were spurning, bridges left burning, tied to winning: losing is learning – lessons in love. Blame your parents? Blame your gyno? What’s the answer? How should I know? All the words we wrote for sending, tendency-trending, while our fences needing mending – lessons in love. On the way, you may discover – friends, we choose: we’re stuck with lovers All those trips we tried contriving, never arriving: all the drunks insist on driving – lessons in love.