The darkness within the storm That comes in the midst of terror You'll never know if the reflection is of you Or it all just a simple error. Criss cross applesauce I thought you settled the score? Presence taught us all the lesson Until you referred to the lady as a whore. Touching breasts in sunsets Biting, gnawing at the straps. Thought you would come straight to me Never thinking you couldn't read maps. Tender embraces confused the masses Standing around waiting for the fight. I let you say it all to them Just so you could be "right." When asked what you said about me They stated "I'm sure that isn't what he meant." I let you say it anyway, In your version of events.