Giving Up Doesn't Exist for Me

I'm on Fire Tonight "Love is something like gravity," I say as I take my seat. You keep looking at the menu, Then glance at me and say, "So?" "We're all destined to be drawn toward one another—" I get that far and suddenly choke. My grand opening line was supposed to be perfect, But a slice of lemon gets stuck in my throat. I don't believe in destiny. even coincidence can be explained with reason. but every time you smile, I end up repeating the lines I prepared. Love is a mystery, love is a game. An equation that never works out. I talk like some philosopher, But the glass is shaking... no, wait, that's my hand. Love is a puzzle, love is a dream. Maybe I'm the complicated one? Whenever I'm standing in front of you, I act like an intellectual, but I'm completely lost. I tilt my glass of Negroni, Trying to act like "Love is freedom." But when I reach for an olive, One rolls right onto my shirt. "Eternity is just an illusion," I say with a serious look on my face. But you pretend you're not interested at all. "Huh?"... or maybe I'm just hungry. "I love you..." echoes in my chest. And only those words keep ringing inside me. I tried to make you turn around, Like Uri Geller using mind power. But you stood up and said, "Last train." * If I chase after you now, You'll probably think I'm just a pathetic man. Love is a mystery, love is a game. Tonight, I nailed it again... that's me. For some reason, while watching you walk away, I smile to myself and whisper... **"...I'm in top form tonight."** *(hee-hee... ah!)* But that's okay. Maybe love is just like this. The moment I find an answer, Another mystery appears. **Tomorrow, more uncertainties are waiting for me.** So I straighten my necktie once again. The word "give up" doesn't exist for me. I'll simply come up with another theory of love. I'm in top form tonight... top form tonight... Top form tonight... oh yeah... *(ooh... come on...)* I'm in top form tonight... More uncertainties are... --------------------------------------------------------- Even if they shadow-ban me, I'll rise again like a phoenix. I'm just terrible at giving up. So tomorrow night, I'll straighten my necktie once again... and come up with another theory of love. They're just hungry. It can't be helped. Tomorrow will bring its own winds... and its own debates. False names can be changed a thousand times, but the soul cannot be changed. Even the laws of the universe conspire to toy with me 🍋🫒💋—but giving up doesn't exist for me. Love is like entropy. The moment you think you've figured it out, it spreads somewhere else. She didn't leave me. Maxwell's demon simply took her away. Time for another theory of love. 🍸🕺✨