Your mind is a fortress
My mind a battlefield
Your views are precise
Mine deluded

Your love is new
My love is worn
Your pages pristine
Mine wrinkled and torn
You observe the truth
And dish it right out
I fuel the fires
That only lies spout

Sure, you have your faults
But that's quite alright
I'm happy to have
You with me tonight
And as for mine, dear
There's no need to fuss
I can assure you
Of all this because

You are the air I breathe, to clear my head
You make my life worth living
And that's the truth
Please let me in.