He said "This is not about love"
She said "I have no time to waste today"
Number one, stop wasting time today
Calls you number one as a dig at your self-centeredness
Cult-like authority on the periphery of affection's arrangement
He said "This is not love"
She said "Don't make me demote you to number two"
Number one, stop wasting time today
Bash number one's sense of everything going well with interruption
Riding on a wave, clinging to a rock
Delicate balance is upset momentarily by a knock
The way out of tempest tidal shift, a sudden storm in the home
All the members of the cult off themselves together
I am reminded of family commitments later in the day
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