We meet, and I can sense you just want to pick me up, spin around, place me on my feet, and kiss me.
We are together on a date, and I can sense your mood is changing.
We're alone, I said no, and I see your little boy appear through your insensitive rudeness.
Keep getting undressed expecting me to do the same, I ask you to leave expecting you to know why.
We are done, it's all emotional, and we tell everyone we know from our manipulating perspectives.
All you had to do is say that's fine.
Different people are like different nations.
Carrying other sets of beliefs, traditions, habits, and looks.
These nations are in a war by one disagreement.
As we tell and express what we wanted but could not have,
Why does a break up have to be such an
Arms race?