Your presence seems to press my buttons
And my buttons be high
My presence seems to press your buttons
And your buttons be nigh
And so now are you suppose to be considered my ex
Since only for a bit we tangled and mangled our words
On a couch we cuddled and giggled about our success
Only to have it fade within days
Now we hold each other at length
Such a short bout it was and fast to conclude
So it was, what is was
A sparkle and flame, rose too high
And out of control, for both of us
Another story to keep and to use against
our "I told you so" mentality
But we did
"destroyed each other, and did not make history"...
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