If the timing doesn't fit like your favorite flannel, will you blame me or time?
Will you shout at me or will you shout at the world? Will you shout at me because I am your world?
Am I the world that brings you chaos and disorder?
Or am I the piece of peace that makes you want to grow older?
Love is the problem, not us.
We are poisoned by its ferocity, we are victims to its wrath.
We are angry and tired but it's love talking, not us
Love has grabbed us by the jaws and unhinged our destructive thoughts
It has left us together but separate, it has left us craving more than we ought