First Fights

Always so sure - you and your matureness
Always so damn right - against me and my stupidness

Calling me weak
Telling me to grow
Making me sad and sick
Making me want to go

Never answering my questions
Never reacting to my actions
Left alone to cry myself to sleep
And behind a cigarette my answers to seek

You can’t avoid first fights
But they are easier to soft
with kisses and love bites
This distance worries me

[written by B]