It's like the way we fight. We come to blows, and every night- the passion's there. You always got to be right, right?
No, I don't believe you. When you say, "Don't come around here anymore!" No, I don't believe you. When you say you don't need me anymore... So don't pretend to not love me at all!
I don't mind it. I still don't mind at all...
It's like, one of those bad dreams, when you can't wake up. It looks like you've given up, you've had enough- but I want more. No, I won't stop. Cause I just know you'll come around...right?