Something Broken

I Find

I find myself looking for love in places where love is tearing off clothes
And love is tipsy and drunken
And love last as long as the high

I find that this is not the same love I once knew
This love does not fit in the holes from past
Like cramming the circle block through the square hole
I am always left a little more broken and a little less functional

I find that this love lasts only seconds
Maybe minutes if I'm lucky
But this love is fleeting
Running like a wounded rabbit chased by the dog
It is short lived

I find myself fearing my addiction
I fear I will become stuck in an endless loop of one night stands and parties I don't remember
I fear that maybe I will become so caught up in these loves
I will miss my chance for a real love
The love that started this addiction

I find myself missing that real love
I find myself looking for that one real love
And in every crowded room
I find myself looking for you