In Love With Love

I have a friend,

obsession never ends.

She says she’s in love, in love again.

Every week, it’s a different guy.

Drags me along, because she wants to spy.

I don’t want to be rude,

but I roll my eyes.

Doesn’t she see, he’s just another guy?

She never gets to know them.

She doesn’t give them a chance.

She likes to play chase over and over again.

She’s all up, down, left and right.

She’s crazy.

Crazy.

If they try to resist,

she’ll put up a fight.

Once they give in,

she says goodbye.

She’s in love with being in love.

Too afraid to make something into more,

she closes each and every door.

She’s empty, without a clue.

She has no idea what’s going wrong.

So she keeps chasing, chasing another guy.

She better slow down, before it’s too late.

She says her heart hurts, that it’s going to break.

She doesn’t know a thing about being in love

but she’s crazy, crazy in love with love.