what once existed between us was black magic
that same energy has lapsed and slowly become static
unconsciously automatic
switch on switch off
everything spoken is too sarcastic
whatever was there before just isn't enough
our energy was as bright as a newborn star
electric bursts that signal new galaxies beyond
but death eventually comes to those who live long
our love has become a black hole
my enthusiasm's become defensive and bold
while your tongue itself has grown harsh and cold
i'm too quick to refute and you in turn tend to scold
your honest efforts i rebuke, by then it's too late to know
the difference between love and hate
it seems both get mingled in our conversations as of late
so just let me know
are you still with this
because a woman scorned can be helluva a bitch
but a forceful hand in a man
is the difference between havin' actual balls
and just havin' a dick