Complex

Our relationship is complex

It's more than just good sex.

You're more exciting than my ex,

even though our lives are complete wrecks.

I don't know when this will hit its apex.

Don't know what either of us expects.

Not worried about the outcome or effects.

We stick together, we're life's rejects.

We just keep coming back like Herpes Simplex.

Probably do it until they pay our last respects.

Don't really care who fucking objects.

Don't need protection, save your latex.

If love is a crime then we're both suspects.

Besides our names, you can put checks.

We mirror each other, we fucking reflect.

Both born with the same fucking defects.

Speaking the same language just different dialects.

We're the king and queen, the rest of the world are our loyal subjects.