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Someone to Fight

Ok

I’ll write you a love song

I’ll do my best make it unique

It’ll mean even more

Just between us

I’ll skip over the

“Oh, so many have done me wrong”

And stay light on the cute and chic

Everything else we don’t think

Is worth the fuss

You are my everything

I’ll have to include the sex

Yet demonstrate our connection is deeper

Than what the sheep feel in their hearts

A connection where our anger meets

And our psychosis is allowed to bleed

The only love that has ripped out abuse’s tree

And planted a brand-new seed

You’re the one who makes me understand

Vincent’s ear and all revolutionary arts

The love between you and I

I’m talking about more than fireworks and marriage

Our pathetic language hasn’t the words

Fuck Cinderella’s carriage

Love won’t make rich of the poor

This is not that fake romance shit Hollywood sells

This is the fucking heroin that changes people

A feeling that seizes control of your skeleton

It mocks anyone coming between us

It doesn’t wish well on everyone

It rises above societal manipulation

And will not save us from personal hells

I am chasing the high you never come down from

The lack of this feeling is why humanity seeks comedy and drugs

It’s why rich people fill their homes with expensive fucking rugs

This is the feeling I am alive to get

The best part is I haven’t found you yet

Only your love can relieve this itch

So, blow me, Bitch!