We fight, we break, we swear we're done,
Then two days later we're back as one.
You love the chaos, I love the chase,
We burn it down just to feel the flames.
You slam the door, I scream your name,
We call it love but it's just a game.
We're toxic but we're tangled tight,
We only feel alive when we fight.
I hate you, then I want you more—
We're déjà vu on a bedroom floor.
It's drama on repeat,
Same song, same beat.
We're toxic but we're hooked,
Like gasoline and heat.
We crash, we cry, we swear goodbye,
But we never leave the scene.
It's drama on repeat—
And we love the in‑between.
You say you're leaving but you never go,
You want attention, and damn, I know.
I throw your hoodie in the yard,
You call me soft for loving hard.
We're fireworks with no control,
Exploding just to fill the hole.
We're poison but we drink it still,
We call it fate but it's just thrill.
We're broken but we fit just right—
Two wrongs that love to fight.
It's drama on repeat…
Maybe we're messed up, maybe we're cursed,
Maybe we love the pain the worst.
Maybe we're perfect in the most chaotic way—
Two storms that never blow away.
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