He wants it quiet. I like it loud.
He prefers himself. I crave a crowd.
Listen to the battle of him and me.
He needs attention. I create it all.
He wants to know what’s real. While I just feel surreal.
Sense the battle of him and me.
He likes his sauce red. I much prefer brown.
He always shops for stuff. I prefer to verb and noun.
Articulate the battle of him and me.
He wants it every day. I’m more like once a week.
He’s pret-a-porter. I’m much more boutique.
Wear the battle of him and me.
He can forgive. I can judge and blame.
He sleeps with calm. I lie awake with shame.
So maybe this battle’s between me and me.