Our Battles

Our battles are repetious if not broken poetry and maybe that's the attraction that you're as self-absorbed as me You jumped to the conclusion and landed on my chest Now how am I supposed to make you see. I'll just write this down with hopes that you'll understand I can no longer be disciplined by the frustration of an insecure man And as I kiss your face you'll know that I can no longer apologize for your former lover's mistakes. My past is mine to keep Who are you to question me...? Perhaps someday you'll learn Too bad it's not our turn You jumped to the conclusion and landed on my chest Now how am I supposed to make you see. I'll just write this down with hopes that you'll understand I can no longer be disciplined by the frustration of an insecure man And as I kiss your face you'll know that I can no longer apologize for your former lover's mistakes.