(through you I see us) Between a broken nose and a fake smile Between piety and gun powder Between fighting and fleeing the scene Between the murder and the normalacy Between aggression and oblivion Between the brutal and realistically well behaved Between the screaming and the pulling in the reins Between tiptoeing and ambling
What am I to do with all this fire? (I'd like to hate you but I could never hate you) Why are you still with me in this red space? (I'd like to slap you but I could never slap you)
Between violence and silently seething Between my fist and my pollyanna flower Between forgetting (or fuck you to) your face and it's alright Between war and denial (twice)
Between flying vases and secretly weeping Between loose cannons and ever down playing Between the bruises and the nobly differing Between bursting and boiling What am I to do with all this burning? (I'd like to hurt you but I could never hurt you) Do I overwhelm you in this place? (I'd like to kill you but I could never kill you)
Between violence and silently seething Between my fist and my pollyanna flower Between forgetting (or fuck you to) your face and it's alright Between war and denial (twice)
What am I to do with all this fire? Can you understand me in this place?
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