Maria Mena Our Battles

Our battles are repetitious
if not broken poetry
and maybe that's the attraction
that you're as self-absorbed as me

You jumped to the conclusion
and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see.

I'll just write this down
with hopes that you'll understand
I will no longer be disciplined by
the frustrations of an insecure man
And while I kiss your face you'll know that
I will no longer apologize for
your former lover's mistakes.

My past is mine to keep
Now, who are you to question me...?
Perhaps someday you'll learn
Too bad
it's not our turn

You jumped to the conclusion
and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see.

I'll just write this down
with hopes that you'll understand
I will no longer be disciplined by
the frustrations of an insecure man
And while I kiss your face you'll know that
I will no longer apologize for
your former lover's mistakes.