We got two chipped coffee cups
We broke every plate in the house
Another fight over washing up
In this war zone that we call home
We justify the danger
By this mess that we call love
I prefer sex with strangers
You prefer it when the gloves are off
If you can't take me as I am
Then don't take me at all
Cos you are my harbour
And I am your storm
You are my safe harbour
I guess we'll never get bored
You say you can see the good in me
You're just waiting out the change
But the change for which you're waiting for
Activates my full moon rage
You're scared of my violence
And I'm scared that I can't stop
But I feel like a mouse on the wheel all the time
And I don't know how to get off
You can't take me as I am
But you can't walk away
Cos you are my harbour
And I am your storm
You are my safe harbour
I guess we'll never get bored
You are my harbour
And I hold the force of the storm
You are my safe harbour
And I hold the force of the
I hold the force of the storm
The force of the storm
The force of the storm
Playdoh or plasticine
Easy to conform
Elastic snaps when overdrawn
Useless once it’s torn
Weathering the storm
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