I was made for war,
She let her sugar pour.
She was made for peace,
I fought with the police.
I have a head full of bad ideas,
She is making home made tortillas.
I’m a work in Project,
She is a desired object.
I have too much to say,
She is a quiet day.
I easily fall apart,
She is smooth, state of the art.
I’m full of nervous energy,
She’s a special documentary.
I’m that four AM call,
She is the first snowfall.
I’m full of confrontation,
She is a solid foundation.
I’m ready to attack
She is easy-going and relaxed.
I can make a scene,
She is a living dream.
I’m a fucking mess,
She is hot off the press.
I seem to know it all,
She is that one free call.
I’m a big ball of worry,
She is never in a hurry.
There is something wrong with me,
She is perfect as can be.
I run hot then cold,
She is a sight to behold.
Turbo1904
