Poison

People gazed, and people said:
“it looked so beautiful, when you two danced!
Oh, it was magical, we all could tell,
he really loves you, too … in his own way!”

Yes, that is right,
all this is true,
but it’s not magic,
no, it’s just the booze.
Whisky brings out the “love” in him,
a “love” that, when he’s sober,
he cannot feel.

I was all new to this “spirits” thing,
I just did not know, ‘cause I never used to drink.
I wondered, how a bond that seemed so strong
when we were together … be suddenly gone?

Well, it’s quite simple, NOTHING is real!
It’s only the alcohol that he feels.
I had to learn all this the hardest way:
his love disappeared
came the light of day.

It’s quite confusing
and awfully cruel,
you feel like an idiot,
a gawd-damn fool,
when the love that you feel for him
was never the drugs,
but in fact the real thing.

Yes, it is sad,
but sadly it’s true:
there is no magic,
there is only booze.
Whisky brings out his “love” for me,
a love that, when he’s sober,
he never feels.