The words that spring to mind cut the silence with a plastic knife,
It's pink and the teddies from my room run and hide,
We do this so constantly, fighting the world,
Fighting each other on the inside.
You throw the first, as you always have,
And I bounce back in my Super girl Pjs,
Catching your hand feels like ninjas work,
On my CD player it blares out electronic DJs.
The noisier the boys the better it gets,
We are the Rubik cube no one can fix,
You throw another and I fall like a doll,
Then your fist forms a stone while I am the sticks.
We fight like the bull to red flags in Spain,
Mine are the screams on the metal band through the night,
You tug me with such passion back to the memory foam,
We're watching movies under the covers until it gets light.
