We Fight

We fight and fight, and fight some more.
Cussin & yellin, throwin dishes on the floor.
Love at this point feels like a dreadful chore.
I'm your bitch & you, my whore.
Yet neither of us can close that door.

We fight, and fight and fight again.
Then we sex & we sex & we sex again.
The enemy in you then becomes my friend
That is until the Ciroc wears off, the lust ends
Then we fight and fight and fight again

We fight and cry and fight once more
I'm gettin sick of the pattern,its such a bore
We fight & then fuck til we can't anymore
This time I'm packin & walkin out that door
Can't be your bitch & you can't be my whore
No more