I pitch you a curve ball.
You slam it over the fence.
“You drank the Kool-Aid!”
“No. Kool-Aid you!”
How come you’re the only person
I can completely disagree with
and still feel warm and fuzzy about?
This is very new:
I question my resolve.
No matter what you do,
you’re still so cute and funny.
Is love blind or easily amused?