Fight!

We fight, scream, scratch, hurt
It's a mother fuckin' fight!
Which part of that don't you understand?
I understand. Oh. Too. Well.
I understand that
I will be alone
even if I met the perfect person,
even if I'm the perfect man,
even if God granted us indescribable love;
we'll fight.
And it's the fight I can't stand.
I'd rather be alone then fight.
And that's why I'll be alone
because we'll fight.