Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.

he's the yin to her yang
the trip of light fantastic
the color wheel to her shade of gray
the breeze if you can catch it

the open flame of the day
the hold it tight, the giveaway
the stop right there, begin again
she the yang to his yin

the raw idea in all that's meant
all that's said, all that's kept
under feet, overhead
yin to yang, yang to yin

Sometimes I throw logic out the window,
I see monkeys smashing cymbals,
when I play to my condition,
all my fears come to fruition.

I don't mind the exhausting panic,
'cause I sure love being manic,
I'll challenge death any day,
if I get to live my way.

Push me please so I can push back,
I live my life on the attack,
burning bridges feels so good,
when you're totally misunderstood.

Don't feel special, don't feel different,
chances are you're just a misfit,
bleed and see you're just the same,
as everyone playing the game.

If you hurt me I will not hurt you
I will walk away

If you love me
I will love you back

If you offer a chair
I will sit with you

If you offer peace
I will join you

If you hurt me I will not hurt you
I will walk away

If you love me
I will love you back