Your toes look weird, look at them all long and fingery.
Sometimes I wonder how you can know exactly the perfect things to drive me crazy,
         I guess its just part of our interactions.
               If an outsider were to observe it they would think we were bitter enemies,
                   Sometimes I have to remind myself too.

                     *Look it’s the what what in the **** boy!
I silently cringe, but know it’s just your hello.
          I’m glad your home and I prepare my rebuttal.
                  Why are you always excited when talking about boys butts?
                         It was weak but better than nothing, now I bide my time for my turn to attack.

                      What time do you work at? you ask as you relax.
What’s the matter? Can’t you remember anything old man?
           I know that your receding memory is a sensitive nerve,
                 And I thrive on hopping up and down on it.
                      Sometimes I wonder why we do this to each other.

230 I finally answer feeling bad for the low blow,
          You smile, and I know my guilt was your intention all along.
                 It’s times like this I’m positive we were cut from the same cloth.
                    I love you, you know that? I throw out into the air,
*Of course bro, I love you too, what’s on TV?