INFATUATION

A blinding gush of sunlight.
Everything feels right.
No shred of vanity
in this passing fancy.

But it’s not
what it was thought to be
but you’re already in
too deep to see.

Chorus

But when you’re higher above
you’ll see it for what it was.
It wasn’t love,
it was the haze of infatuation
that made you blind,
when you've gained sight,
could you have loved past the imperfection?
If not, it wasn’t love.

Swelling hearts rarely
tell the truth,
and one of these days
those eyes of yours
will fail you.

‘cause it’s not
what it was thought to be
but you’re already in
too deep to see.

Chorus

And when you’re higher above
you’ll see it for what it was.
It wasn’t love,
it was the haze of infatuation
that made you blind,
when you've gained sight,
could you have loved past the imperfection?
If not, it wasn’t love.

As swiftly as it came,
as quickly did it pass,
and now
those burning passions
lie crushed
like shattered glass.
and that flame that leapt within you
is now a dying ember,
and that hoax that was perfection
you will not remember.

Chorus

Now that you’re higher above,
you see it for what it was.
It wasn't love,
it was the haze of infatuation,
that made you blind,
but you gained sight.
She didn’t love past your imperfection.
You know it wasn’t love.

The point that is necessary to understand
is that love is a spectrum.
Love... is seing everything,
whereas infatuation is blind;
when it gains sight, it dies.
They're both forms of the same energy -
it's a gamble.

You know it wasn't love.