When we made up after the first war
We had it was kinda cute you know?
She threw things and she left her
Annoyed mark indelibly on me so
Every other time we fought after that
I knew when to back down; I knew when
What started as a row, a little spat,
Was about to descend into hell again.
And so now, while we don’t speak a lot,
Because frankly it is safer that way -
I have to say I’m happy that I’ve got
Someone; even if we haven’t much to say.
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