We.Quit.
We fuss. We fight.
Can't get this right.
I swear I'm done and try to leave,
But I can't. I want you here with me.
You say we're done, that I'm crazy,
But still you never actually leave.
Yet somehow, nothing's better than this.
Through everything, we just can't quit.
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