Mellow.*
It's such a peaceful word.
Don't you think so too?
Reminds me of the smoothest stone,
Stepping in from the cold at night,
Clutching onto the warmth,
Making you feel ever so *mellow.

The sun is shining
The birds are singing
The wind is blowing
The people are complaining
It's England, what do you expect?
Drink the tea,
Eat the scones,
Wear shorts in the cold,
Trousers in the warmth,
Everything is backwards,
It's what we do for fun!

I should've seen it coming,
But I didn't when I could've done,
So **** it,
In the deep end I go,
Miscommunicating with everyone all along,
Hearing one thing,
But seeing another.

Listen to these differences
Between you and me
Because they'll be handy, honey,
When you're wondering what you did wrong.

You claw for attention
Of your music taste
Because it's mainstream,
All that modern pop making your brain
Wonder what it's like to prefer rock.

I Like It Heavy like the Halestorm song
Because I see the good in the bad and the ugly
Not like The Chainsmokers
Deciding which filter to use

You watch White Chicks
Because you feel like you can relate to the blonde twins
Locked up in the room
Waiting for those cuts to heal

My friends and I watch it
Because we have a laugh at the guys
Dressing up as teenage girls
Farting in the restaurant being hit on by another guy

I could list a whole lot more
But I'd rather not, so
Do you see the difference?

I worry about everything,
I've never been able to just sit,
Just relax,
Unless there's someone there to lie with,
Someone else to stare at the ceiling or sky with,
To talk about songs and dreams.

Sometimes I think it would be nice,
To be able to stop for a second,
And ignore all the confusion,
That swims around my head,
And colours the wind with a false promise,
Of eternal freedom.

But I think of all the things,
That fill my mind,
You outweigh it all,
In every moment of joy and laughter I see you,
And when I'm down,
I know you would make me smile.

The fact is,
I can't escape that fact,
And more importantly,
I don't want to.

You want to fight? Fine.
Swing your punch, hit my face,
Nose getting ******,
Eyes swelling to the colour of purple grapes,
The hate of your punch clear
In the arrogant way you stand.

You want to fight? Fine.
You'll never beat the fury out of my words.