One More Night - Maroon 5 (½)

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you and i go hard at each other like we're going to war

His jokes and shenanigans. Her quips and wisecracks. Their endless banters. Sometimes it turned into more than just harmless bantering. Sometimes they turned into fights that brought a strange fire into their hearts-a fire that demanded to be extinguished immediately by only one means.

you and i go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door

Every aspect of him was always so perfectly sculpted. Except when he was with her. She got under his skin. Every man that looked at her brought out shades of green in him. Anger lit up in him like the fourth of July-and it definitely brought a type of fire into Maya herself

you and i get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score

Their arguments never made sense. Frustration built up inside them so high, it could not be gently squeezed out. It had to explode all at once, or forever remain pressurized. It meant that there was no such thing as calm with them.

you and i get sick, yeah, i know that we can't do this no more

He was her best friend's boyfriend. She was his girlfriend's best friend.

yeah but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you

But god, they got under each other's skin and they could never fully stay out of it, no matter how how many layers of skin grew over it.

yeah i stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go

Their thoughts were forever rendered incoherent around each other. Not that it mattered. Their heads were not the players in this game. It was their bodies that were the permanent prize winners.

got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo

They were just so good together. They were both fire and only they could extinguish each other. The heat and their heart ruled over all.

and now i'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you

Even Mr. Perfect had his imperfections. Even he could not always keep his head straight-if he could even keep his head at all.

so i cross my heart and i hope to die

But he still knew the difference between right and wrong.

that i'll only stay with you one more night

Not that it made a difference.

and i know i said it a million times

He argued with himself every night when she was fast asleep.

but i'll only stay with you one more night

But his name was written on her bed in transparent letters and he knew nothing would ever wipe it away.