The tempature of your body
Is related to your temper
And the shortness of your fuse
And the wrecking balls
The phrases that you swing at me
Are detrimental to my fragile form
And the fatal flaw of your love for me
Every word I write has strings tied tightly to you
You would stand in front of me with your head down just to appease me
You're the government
The inverse of a crossword
You're a palindrome your fake fur
Reading Vonnegut back to front
I wanna see you now
Wanna hear the way your words have changed
You were always one to hope for rain
Have you found the right umbrella
If you are a cosmonaut stay out, where are you
Circumstances as they are I prefer no surprises
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