She wants the upper hand and I want the advantage, Which leaves permanent scars, too many wounds to bandage, But somehow we manage to reverse the damage, We know its toxic, but falling out of love is not an option, So often, we swallow that dangerous concoction, Of pain mixed with fun, in hopes that we become, Numb, to the vicious attitudes and panic moods, But what abuses us, amuses us we call it gratitude, So push me, shove me, tell me that I'm ugly, Scratch me, now bite me, showing me that you love me, Hug me or reject me like insanity is sexy, You can kiss me like you miss me or keep acting like you never met me, Cause either way we like it edgy, Cause normal is to formal, And sketchy is the opposite of cordial, Young, dumb and licking blood, Ups and downs, stuck in mud, Knowing that we drive each other crazy but we still in love..