With my love and your recesses,
your delusions and accidents.
Your pain and my stumbles,
your eye drops, my earrings.
With your skirt rolled up,
With my recurrent anguish,
With your back on three pillows,
and my cunning making a bridge.
Your nipple threatening,
and my mouth doing party.
A contraband mattress,
and the clothes napping.
My starch and your efficiency,
your blackmail and my revenge
my armchair and your acrobatics,
my luggage and your hope.
For better or worse, it was already written.
For good or for bad it was filed.
For better or for worse it eluded us.
With your history and my cravings,
with your key and my bolts,
for better or worse
was over.
With your love so disguised,
my lies, your inventions.
With your hate in love,
and the clock killing time.
The passion in decadence,
emotion in bankruptcy
the offspring will suffer
the infamies of your mouth.
For better or worse, it was already written.
For good or for bad it was filed.
For better or for worse it eluded us.
For better or worse, it was already written.
For good or for bad it was filed.
With your history and my cravings,
with your key and my bolts,
for better or worse
it's over ... it's over
For better or worse...
For better or worse, it was already written.
With your history and my cravings,
with your key and my bolts,
was over.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)