tell me you’re awfully sorry
that you pushed me into the coffee table last night,
so I can push you off me.
try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me!
run out the room, and I’ll follow you like a lost puppy.
baby, without you, I’m nothing, I’m so lost, hug me -
then tell me how ugly I am, but that you’ll always love me
then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
destructive path that we’re on, two psychopaths but we
know that no matter how many knives we put in each other’s backs
that we’ll have each other’s backs, ’cause we’re that lucky