Biting Off More Than I Can Chew: Not Much More I Can Say About That...

When you find the perfect words expressed in the perfect way, sometimes you just have to let them stand on their own.

I could liken you to a werewolf,

the way you left me for dead

But I admit that I provided a full moon

And I could liken you to a shark

the way you bit off my head

But then again,

I was waving around a bleeding, open wound

But you were such a super guy

Till the second you get a whiff of me

We are like a wishing well

And a bolt of electricity

But we can still support each other

All we gotta do's avoid each other

Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key

The lava of the volcano

shot up hot from under the sea

One thing leads to another

and you made an island of me

And I could liken you to a chemical,

the way you made me compound a compound

But I'm a chemical too

Inevitable you and me would mix

And I could liken you to a lot of things

But I always come around

'Cause in the end, I'm a sensible girl

I know the fiction of the fix