How come all your words are only efforts to fill
all my silences?
How come you'll never admit you're wrong
but you wont say how you're right?
How come you wont fight dirty
if you've sworn never to surrender?
How come our differences are so much sweeter
than our promises?
How come you make me chase you,
when you say you're already mine?
How come all the ways in which we make war
are only prelude to all the ways in which we make peace?