You screamed to be supreme, yell to raise hell. But what am I to do, my time is almost due. What can I say, before getting canned today? Bye, bye baby isn’t an (out)tion. I don’t want to go through hari kari, because I can’t fucking say sorry. I was drafted into this battle, blasted. Questioned me this, “Why? Why shouldn’t I leave?” You k(no)w what? Go ahead, take y(our) things get out of this house. Ouch. I can’t let you leave, what about love? Or is it loathe? Now? Ow. You w(are) a jewel, I didn’t want no duel. I can’t stare at your face for too long. Mad, angry, wild. Scared.

“Because I love you,” slips out before your clothes slips off. I’m under pressure now, or shall I say under dressed now. Postponed moans. Words go hard, but actions go harder, harder, baby, harder. A quick hit it, but don’t you quit it. Breathe down my neck, put your hands on my thighs. What were we fighting about now? Replaced with biting, sighing. Eyes half closed, bra half undone, put me (m)o(a)n. Rob me of emotions, fill me will pleasure, pleasure to have you. Our trouble are hips, lips, late night dips. Baby, we’re a sinking ship. You raise your flag too late. I’m too (sore)y to say sorry now. 

Make up, don’t break up, sex.