I was made
     For war.
        She let her
           Sugar pour.

                             She was made
                         For peace.
                    I fought with
              The police.

    I have a head
        Full of bad ideas.
             She is making
               homemade tortillas.

                              I'm a work
                          In project.
                      She is a
                  Desired object.
  
       I have too
             Much to say.
                     She is a
                         Quiet day.

               I easily
           Fall apart.
        She is smooth,
     State of the art.

                             I’m full of
                                Nervous energy.
                                   She’s that special                            
                                      Documentary.

                  I’m that,
               Four AM call.
           She is the
        First snowfall.

                                    I’m full of
                                      Confrontation.
                                          She is a solid
                                               Foundation.

          I’m ready
       To attack.
    She’s easy going
And relaxed.

                    I can make
                      A scene.
                        She is a
                           Living dream.

    I’m a fucking
        Mess.
           She is hot
               Off the press.

              I seem to
           Know it all.
        She is that
     One free call.

   I’m a big
       Ball of worry.
          She is never
               In a hurry.

                   There is something
                        Wrong with me.
                            She is perfect
                               As can be.

                 I run hot
             Then cold.
        She is a
   Sight to behold.

               Turbo1904♥