Hey look an alien, softball again
In need o' haircut mullet formin', swing
A battle o' the sexes, foe o' frien?
Summer a windin' down, my love o' fling?
In grass, the heavyweight champ I'm wrestling
Triangle choking, never tapping, punch
He sends me death if threat duplicating
Too much held pride, my breath won't stop lungs crunch
Let's take few small steps toward field alone
Lay down I'll go head down view cliterate
I just want you to remember me, known
I climb by your left side, commiserate
Why you look sad? One way back, be happy
Trauma keeps heart's memries, love enemies
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