Things are kind of working
against the stars
You had enough of me
watched you go back to the car
Another minute your seatbelt's undone
and we're back in the spar
Your bra on the floor vacuuming
the kitchen, guess your brain is bizzare
You're the angriest angel I've ever met
and I'm not going to tame you
Things are kind of working
against the stars
I'm not going to try to restrain you
or break you
Multiple stab wounds got my mouth
more open then the first time I had sex
I'm not going to steal your heart
need something less comforting, guess you're it
And I've tried over and over again
to rationalize an irrational mind
Guess I'm just as crazy
as you are
You're the most awesome bitch I know
a limited edition in the rough
