Now I know we did things, said things that we didn’t mean and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine, but your temper’s just as bad as mine is. You’re the same as me, but when it comes to love you’re just as blinded. Baby, please come back, it wasn’t you baby, it was me, maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems, maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano. All I know is I love you too much to walk away though. Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk, don’t you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball: next time I’m pissed I’ll aim my fist at the dry wall. Next time, there will be no next time, I apologize even though I know it’s lies.

I’m tired of the games.