I’m tryin to break the pattern of fight songs instead of Marvin Gaye
games people play without arguing often it's hard to stay/
everyday ain't a night club baby my life's tough
I work a nine to five but five to one till lights dusk/
I'd rather have a light rub from my night dove
but these angels wings have took a dive so the flights up/
we fight cuss, does it delight us? this isn't like us
it was a wishin well, WELL now i see that pipes rust/
so if you ain't happy then baby please pipe up
over the cold shoulders I love you but these slights cut/
so my trust is light must survive these fights surely
U really don't want to leave but loneliness arrives early/
hands almost touch like five thirty
but then our minds curb and at parallels our fairy tales collide dirty/
bye bye birdy sing me a sad song
that supplies the casket for skeletons to dance on
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