We always fight,
It's just what we do,
We aren't the same people,
Sometime we aren't even compatible,
I hate the way you use the toothpaste,
You don't like the music I listen to,
If I had a chance at some perfect guy,
Who did everything like me,
Who always comforted me,
Who's always sweet,
I'd still pick you.
What's the fun in perfect,
That means everything's the same,
You keep me on my toes,
In a way that no one else ever has.
I hate your temper,
You hate mine,
But I love you,
And we'll be alright,
Because at the end of the day,
I'm happy you're mine.