Static

The clashing of heads, an incessant rubbing
Exposing tender feelings, insides surfacing
And it becomes a problem, why you, why me
Grains of asphalt become a road to perdition
Escalating at an out-of-control pace, damn!
Anything I do, you take as a personal shot
Can't disagree without me having a problem
Our relationship experiencing post-partum
Leading to this unnecessary damn separation
No one breaks the silence, egos and emotions
At the forefront; using 'blame' and 'wrong'
To describe each other, nobody can breathe
Unable to escape one another, it's obvious
Can't type or write without being about you
Taking it too far, or at least we're accused
And over and over again, it's the same shit
We keep biting the same dust over all this
An unavoidable, never-ending cycle of static

© Brandon Harris 2006