We couldn't possibly get along.
We're two different people
too different from each other.
What I love, you hate,
What I hate, you love.
Our taste for music never meet
The band whose CD you so adore
I have deleted completely from my iPod
You never find charm in a cute kitty
and I find dogs too damn filthy
You would rather drown in milk tea
while I would throw it in the name of froyo
You spend all the money you want in a flash
while I would rather save the best for last
You are such an unimaginable math whiz
while I get published n the national news
You would rather stay at home, be domestic
while I would rather stay outdoors forever
The list goes on and it doesn't make sense
if we will ever be together someday.
It's good we have Christ, Frisbee, spending time
as a broad, common ground.
Perhaps we even have
love.
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