Across,
A long table.
On top of each other,
In a small bed.
We attack one another,
Trying to get in our heads.

She,
Wants my love.
He,
Already has it.
Yet,
She wants a bite,
Of that ******* apple.

Negotiated ***,
It is something at best.
Just a one time,
Contract.
But I know,
She'll be back.

She,
Says she's in love.
He,
Stands watching above.
I wouldn't dare,
Give her a taste.
But now that is all erased.

I,
Plan on making mistakes.
Everything,
Is in my control.
Negotiations are over dear,
Now let's get in the back of the car.