I count the leaves on the trees
If it wasnt for your indecision
Thered be nothing between you and me
I catch your eye - its a showdown
Anticipate your every move
Purposely find contradiction
Escalate nothing to prove
Instants of calm fly by mocking
All poking fun at a smile
She pulls a face in the mirror
Lately its just not our style
Losing control to stay under
Fighting and screaming down walls
Worry has made you a martyr
Washed up and left for the birds