It was a long and combative convo on the phone but I ultimately convinced Flag to let me visit Boom and Katana. Key thing was to get him to believe I was now working outside of Joker's operations... knowing I leveraged Harley's attempted assassination to feed into the clown's paranoia. I remembered what Evans told me before he blew his own head off… "Clown girl's fucked." How could I forget?

It could've been crazy talk from a mad man but honestly I didn't think that shot on Harley was entirely a message to Joker… it was a message to the Queen herself. It was concerning how calm Evans was knowing he was dead… and he didn't mind it.

I guess we play our cards when we need it. It helped that Rick had guilt. I knew deep down he felt bad for me, doing what Waller asked me to do and all. No one... and I mean no one should be forced to 'hang out' with the Joker. Rick sympathized... plus after the whole Midway City thing with his girl?

He owed us. He owed us big. Hopefully this would keep Harley safe bein' here too. Without her? We'd all be dead... let alone giving Rick and June their happily ever after.

Rick reluctantly gave me the coordinates to an underground base in Gotham, detours upon detours of turns and hidden passageways that led to a structure no one would think housed weapons and an army to prevent all Hell from breaking lose.

A place where Uncle Sam would use to deploy troops quick and in a hurry around these parts.

A hidden elevator awaited us behind a giant rocky structure, both me and Harley now standing in wait inside it. After about thirty seconds of silence? This thing felt like this was the longest elevator ride in history.

"You think they're gonna be okay Shot?"

Those were Harley's first words in a while, both of us deep in our own monstrous piles of thoughts and problems. We've all seen some freaky shit in the past few days but Harley being quiet is the scariest thing… I mean it.

She really cared for Katana and Boomerang. It was no front.

"I really don't know…" I couldn't muster up any false hope.

Harley nodded solemnly, suddenly grimacing, clutching her chest in agony as she leaned against the elevator wall.

"You alright?" I reached for her, just in case she would fall.

"It's just wearin' off… the meds." She winced, reaching into her pockets, pulling out a syringe and some first aid tools. Oh boy…

"… Do I even want to know what's in that?"

"… Probably not."

The way she set herself up to 'shoot up' was a bit alarming. It was like she was a complete pro at it… probably her and Joker's idea of a fun Saturday night really. The injection went straight into a vein on her wrist, instantly Harley's breaths easing as whatever was in it flowed through her body.

Huh, you almost forget this girl was on death's door hours ago.

"… You shouldn't even be walking right now." I didn't agree with her one bit.

"News flash." She placed the plastic cover on the syringe, patching up her forearm. "I do a lot of things I shouldn't do…" She put away the kit, sliding into a bag from her hoodie pocket. "Just give me some Starburst and a hot dog and I'll be fine."

"We'll hit a 711 later… before I drop you off back at HQ."

"B-but…"

KSHT!

I don't think Harley was happy as she was going to say something but finally, the untimely elevator door opened. We were instantly approached by soldiers in black, dressed in SWAT gear fully armed. The lead guy was someone we recognized right away. Who wouldn't remember that dumb cocky look on his face?

"My brother from another mother." Flag walked up to us with that cocky smirk, noticing Harley instantly though, surprising him quite a bit. "And uh... my sister from another mister... huh, wasn't expecting you. A little detail missing there Deadshot?"

"Flag... Harley tailed me." I said calmly, trying to diffuse all doubt. "She's in a bit of trouble herself and I gotta take care of her. I couldn't just leave her alright?"

We both looked blankly at Flag as he interrogated us without even saying a word. His smile made us both breathe a sigh of relief.

"With all the shit going down? I'm glad to see her actually, Floyd here thought we lost you." Flag motioned the guards away. "I guess I gotta make this work. Breakin' the rules ain't exactly my strong suit."

"Hehe, I'm happy to see you too Flaggy." Harley smiled so appreciatively.

"No big deal, I'm already breaking every security protocol known to man but I can't not trust you guys." Flag conceded. "Damn it's good to see you two."

"Floyd… Harley…"

From behind the platoon of guns and army manliness leaving, popped up a pretty face we haven't seen much since Midway City. Dr. Moone was always such a pleasant person to be around when she wasn't in scary witch mode. The way she wore her eye glasses loose and had on what looked like to be one of Rick's extra-large t-shirts made her that much more charming.

"No way... June bug that you?" Harley's eyes brightened as she quickly embraced the doc. "You look g-great... wow... no more witch bitch is a good look on you."

"It helps when you can sleep at night…" June laughed, looking closer at Harley now. "You look good too... so different... without your usual dress code."

"Yeah... had no time... to really primp up." Harley sighed. "Been an eventful… day."

"You don't need it." June assured her, looking at us both now happily. "Heh, I'm just so glad to see you both safe and sound. It's been tough…"

The friendly greetings kind of took a halt as June reminded us why we were here in the first place. Somber feelings suck.

"Yeah not exactly the reunion we'd imagine eh?" My eyes peeled towards the ground.

One minute you're a hero saving the world… next you're battlin' for your life… I guess we are starting to be that Suicide Squad Waller imagined we'd be.

"I'm really scared to ask this…" Harley admitted, looking at us with a face begging for good news. "… but how are they doin'?"

Flag and June shared a second, their body language not exactly exuberating positive vibes. June nervously stroked her hair as she didn't really want to say anything.

"... Um... why don't you guys come see for yourselves?" Flag motioned for us to follow.

- J - H - D -

After receiving a bunch of stares from questioning and threatening soldiers, we were deep into the base. Their emergency quarters were rows of see through glass rooms, beds upon beds of medical gear and tech that could keep a working militia like this alive enough to obey commands. As we approached our two downed members we could see Croc on a chair, literally snoring away on a chair too small for him.

"Croc has been with them for the entire day…" June pointed out in a whisper. "Try to keep quiet for him… he's finally sleeping."

I nodded to reassure as Harley made a beeline towards the glass. I only saw her back but she was pressed up against it, a hand to the glass, her reflection looking like she'd seen death.

"Oh my god…"

Both Katana and Boom were hooked up to huge emergency machines, their bodies encapsulated in what looked like oxygen chambers. Masks feeding them air covered most of their face… it was probably better for Harley and anyone here really. They were both unconscious, badly beaten and scarred… even with all the tubing and needles covering them… it looked like they'd been brought to Hell and back.

What… did Deathstroke and those bastards do to them?

Fuck…

"They look better now. They've been through a couple of surgeries." Flag stood next to Harley now, patting her shoulder. "We don't know how much this is going to help… but they're fighting for their lives… they're fighters for sure."

"Yeah they are." I took a closer peak at the glass, feeling real bad. It was strange… literally being a couple of feet away from the people who did this to them… and not doing a thing.

It was fucking maddening.

"… Are you okay Harley?" June rubbed her friend's neck, concern written all over her face.

"I did this to them…" Harley whispered, covering her mouth, her eyes watering up. "I… really did this to them…"

"No… no you didn't." June shook her head, clutching at Harley's hands. "Please, stop saying that."

"It was Joker's new group of friends right?" Flag agreed. "Don't put this on you Harley."

"… I didn't help… if I didn't go with Mistah J to the…" Harley stared at June. "I'm just as fuckin' responsible as anyone…"

"Harley…" I stepped in. "No one could've known Waller would send the squad."

"I knew what we were doin' Shot." Harley didn't let me finish, tears running down her eyes. "Doesn't matter… whoulda coulda shoulda… what I did... help put my friends on life support…"

"I know what we did wasn't charity work Harley." I conceded. "But there was no way we'd know this would put Kat and Boom in there."

"But they are in there…" Harley grimaced, suddenly looking at all of us. "And I fuckin' know what I'm gonna do."

The clown girl turned hard, suddenly bolting towards the exit, all of us following her as fast as we could after the initial surprise.

"Harley where you going?!" I tried to reach for her but she pulled away.

"To right this wrong and give those shits a piece of their own medicine."

"No you're not!" I jumped in front of her. "Not in your condition. Not without a plan."

"How's this for a plan Shot?" She playfully put a finger on her head. "What's the dude's name with one eye?"

"Deathstroke…"

"You mean Bitchstroke… heh, I'm gonna make sure his other eye goes missin' so he'll have a symmetrical face again how's that?"

"Harley…"

"Oh and let's not forget Mr. 24-Hour fitness meathead! I'm gonna eviscerate em'. Then I'll make him his own jump rope out of his intestines. Then I'll hang his little bitch of a ninja girlfriend by it when he's done with it. Heh, how's that for a plan?"

She was amped up. But I wasn't going to feed into her intensity.

"You're going to get killed Harley…" I held her by her shoulder. "These guys… they're not like anything you've ever come up against alright?"

"I saw it with my own eyes." Flag backed me up. "I saw a teenage girl, literally tear the Earth apart with a flick of her wrist. I saw this Deathstroke kill thirty men in thirty seconds by himself. We all need to calm down and think this through."

"Think it through?" Harley scoffed. "With all due respect? You're a boy scout Flaggy… I'm not… that isn't gonna work for me."

"They're your boyfriends'… friends aren't they?" Flag added to the logic.

"Then puddin' will just have to make new friends now won't he?"

"Please Harley…" June was now tearing up a bit as well, eyes red at the thought of Harley leaving. Of Harley dying. "I don't want to see you hurt too… we all care about you alright?"

Harley paused for a second, staring at June, sharing in a moment of love with a tearful nod.

"Sorry June Bug, you shouldn't care about me. None of ya should." Harley looked at us all, breathing heavy from fatigue and emotion. "All that's gonna happen is you'll all end up like Kat and Boom… I ain't worth it. I ain't worth a damn okay?!" She bit her lip, wiping her eyes, walking to me. "Now get out of my way Shot!"

I stared at her determined, tearful face with a stone cold look. "Looks like we can't change your mind can we?"

"No… no you can't…"

"Fine…" I suddenly grabbed her by her hoodie, pulling her up so she had no legs to fight against my force. If Harley was at full strength, I knew she could probably twist my head with her legs… but she wasn't now was she?

"H-hey! LET ME GO!"

"What the hell is going on here? Can't a brotha sleep?" Croc suddenly popped up. "Oh shit… you two are here. Nice. Sup homies?"

I suddenly opened the closest door I saw, leading into a doctor's office of some sort, pushing Harley in and shutting it hard. "Yo Croc, if she happens to get out of this door? Bop her in the head for me aight?"

"Uh… okay."

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"LET ME OUT! SHOT I MEAN IT!" Harley's muffled voice broke through the door.

"That goes for any of you." I held the door in place, feeling her ram into me repeatedly. "If she gets by me? Don't let her out of this place."

"Roger that Floyd… just calm her down…" Flag nodded.

"She'll listen to you Floyd… I know it." June gave a boost, smiling. "Please… save our friend okay?"

"I'll do my best…" I slowly opened the door, Harley's face popping out.

"How dare you Shot I-MMPH!"

I shoved her head back into the room with a palm to the face.

- J – H – D –

After a soft closing of the door…

"Here's an office full of shit you can break and toss." I pointed around the nicely decorated room. "Look at that nice lamp. That nice desk… have at it Harley. Break what you need till you calm down."

"Grrr… if you don't let me out-"

"Then you'll what? Color my helmet again?" I stood by the door, arms crossed.

"Why do you guys even give a damn? Fuck!" Harley took my advice, suddenly kicking the desk hard denting the metal. She winced as she leaned against it, feeling her bullet wound probably.

"Why don't you shut your mouth and be grateful you have people that care for you…"

"It doesn't matter… I'm going to get even with those bastards Shot…"

"No. You're going to listen to me alright?" I was trying to defuse the situation still. "You're going to calm down. You're going to take a deep breath. You're going to go back with me to Joker's headquarters so things over there are stable. cause we know what your puddin' is like when you're not around… then? You're going to play it cool till we find the right way to get even okay? Not to mention I gotta find the guy who has you on a hit list…"

"No… I'm not going back…" Harley refused. "And I'm not going to play it cool… you aren't going to control me got it? Puddin'… I can't see him right now…"

Her defiance was getting on my nerves. This day has been too long.

"Of course this about you and Joker huh? How he wouldn't give you that life you dreamt of right?" I threw my hands up. "You're going to risk your life and others because your insane boyfriend is being just that… an insane boyfriend?"

"You don't know puddin'… don't talk about him…" Harley's nerve got hit.

I kept wanting to prod it… I was angry.

"What'd you think was gonna happen when you went to him with this?" I tried to reason with her. "You want the clown King to find a heart, drop everything and have a normal life?"

I could already imagine it. The doctor bursting through the door. 'Hey Mister and Misses J! You're having a psycho! Congratulations!'

"Shut up!" Harley growled. "You don't know him. No one does! I'm the only one who does…"

"Oh I've seen and heard enough doll face. I know that guy is bad news. I know he's going to get you killed. I know that he's made you a victim…"

"Victim?! HAH! Mistah J saved me! He saved my life. Don't you put judgement on him like you're some saint!"

"He actually does make me and you look like Mother Teresa."

"You don't know a damn thing…" Harley got in my face. "Don't act like Mr. Know it All. You're not the one who sat with him for months telling you everything. You're not the one who's by his side every moment." She crossed her arms. "At least my puddin' is upfront about what he is… you're just a wannabe good guy… and a wannabe bad guy… tryin' to tight rope cause he can't make up his fuckin' confused mind!"

I care for this girl… and she hurts me all the time. Guess the truth does hurt.

"Oh I'm the confused one for sure by now I agree. Just like you two! I've been dragged into this shithole of clown mayhem for the last couple of days. I think I've seen and learned enough up close and personal between you two fucking taking years off my life alright?!"

"No one… fuckin' forced you to join us asshole."

"Oh yeah?! Well WALLER DID!"

Harley's face suddenly went cold.

And my face probably went dead.

No… why did you say that you stupid idiot. I got too into this…

"What did you say?"

Damn me to hell…

"… Are you her fuckin' rat?!" She suddenly punched in my chest. "Are you serious?!"

I… had nothing to say… I am... a piece of shit.

"I trusted you…" Harley looked so distraught. "I stuck my neck out for you… I thought you were my friend…"

"Harley…"

"F-fuck you Floyd…" Harley began to punch me in my chest armor repeatedly, her weakened state making me feel each strike waning as they came. "FUCK YOU!"

I took each hit like I deserved it, a bit ashamed to even look up at her.

"You are a piece of shit!" Harley kept on striking. "You're just like the rest of em! Always wantin' somethin' from me!"

I felt her strength fading quickly, her breaths heavy as she slumped into my chest, a bit of moisture coming down my armor as her tears came. She sobbed into me, looking defeated. I felt a lump in my throat. She was broken… and I did it. I was the last straw… that gunshot didn't do her in… but may be this did.

I felt her slump down limp, suddenly pulling her up, and holding her tight. I was going to support her. I may have fucked this up… but I was going to let her know I was here. Here to stay.

"Look Harley… I'm not gonna pretend I know everything." I sighed. "Point at something for me to shoot? I'll hit it ten out of ten times… but relationships? Life choices? … People?" I felt Harley wheezing. "I'm a terrible shot… probably the worst."

She didn't even reply, head still buried into me, fighting tears.

"I've fucked up a lot… and every time I mess up? I go for a short cut… because you're right. I'm a piece of shit." I saw Harley look up at me, watery eyed and all. "It's like bein' in quick sand you know? No matter how much you struggle... ya keep sinkin'… that's my life… sorry for dragging you into this Harley."

I should have told her the truth… from the get go. She deserves that.

"… I treated you like another short cut… when you're a lot more than that to me."

"… Then what am I then to you?" She sniffled.

"Someone I don't want to bury…" I frowned. "Someone that if I lose I'll… probably lose it… even though I don't know exactly why…"

Harley stared at me deeper, both eyes locked. She was giving me her attention again. I wasn't going to waste this.

"Look, I know I don't deserve it…" I for the first time was wearing my emotion on my sleeve to someone other than Zoe. "But I saw you get shot… and I thought I saw you die one time already. So please… I'm begging you here alright? Go back to HQ… stay calm… I don't want to see you like Kat and Boom…"

Harley kept observing me, thinking so hard that I could almost see her stare crack in half. She gulped, looking to the floor. "I can't go back…"

"… Why?"

She let out the deepest breath she could. Telling me something she probably never told anyone. "Jason… was Robin."

I gave it a thought. Robin? … As in Batman and Robin?

"Jason Todd… was Robin…" Harley repeated with a cold voice. "And I killed him…"

The images of Harley screaming as she battered Griggs came back to me. You're not fuckin' Jason! She kept yelling.

"Before Mistah J… before Arkham… when Harleen Quinzel had her own practice in downtown… havin' trouble getting patients… being so young ya know? She stumbled upon some concerned parents of an adopted spikey haired kid… he was gifted but had trouble in school… got kicked out of multiple of them… juvie was like a second home for him."

I saw her smirk to herself.

"He was such a little prick… always with that red hood like he was somethin' special." She laughed at the memories. "Heh, anyway, Harleen didn't like workin' with kids cause she got attached to them… she loved children too much… but she needed the money and the experience."

Harleen… she was talking in the third person…

"So she took on this kid from hell and Jason for the first four sessions wouldn't say a word… literally the two would have a staring match to see who'd break first. Harleen wanted to break so many fuckin' times. She wanted to give up on this little asshole… how can you help someone that didn't want to be helped ya know?"

"Makes sense…" I nodded.

"Finally one session, Harleen began cursin' at the kid. 'You're wasting my time and yours you little fuckin' unappreciative brat. Wastin' your parents emotions and money!'… 'Shut up you dumb blonde bimbo. Who'd you do favors for to get this gig?!' … God it got bad… but as the sessions continued… they'd argue and vent… and slowly Harleen began to pick away at his anger… she got him to laugh sometimes. She even found that they both had a sickening love for Pantera and Dimebag Darell… they talked shit… became friends almost… Jason actually improving because her therapy sessions were giving his anger an outlet. It gave Harleen an outlet…"

Damn they were friends…

"So fast forward years later… me and Puddin' got Boy Wonder tied up and we're torturing him for days… tryin' to get him to spill the beans on Batsy… or even join us." Harley's face went dead cold. "Some moment… I don't remember when… I looked into his eyes… and I remembered what Harleen used to stare at while they were giving each other the silent treatment during therapy sessions… I fucking knew right then and there… that was Jason Todd… the little kid Harleen Quinzel helped… that now I'm destroyin'…"

"… Damn Harley…" I was getting a bit disturbed at this.

"I waited till late night when everyone was asleep. I went into the chambers and stared at him. I asked him are you Jason Todd? … He said it so weak… 'Yes… you dumb blonde bimbo… who'd you do favors for to get this gig?' Still cracking jokes… after all we'd done to him… heh… but… but… he remembered…"

Harley began to break down, crying again as she put her face into my chest. "I… took my gun… and put it to his head… and told him sorry… and he just smiled at me. 'Thanks Harleen'… he was so brave…"

Bang…

"You shot him out of mercy…" I suddenly wrapped my arms around her. "You did the right thing Harley…"

"At that moment I remembered who I was at one point… that weak… wanting to die little bitch Harleen Quinzel… but someone who helped people… now look at me… I'm a little monster… a monster that needs to cause misery and pain just to live…"

"… You're not a monster."

Harley looked up at me, cheeks wattery. "Ever since that day I killed Jason? I've been runnin' harder… been killin' more… been drinkin' more… been shootin' up more… addin' more voices to my head… doin' anything in my power to convince myself that Harleen is dead… but the truth is… she haunts me… she haunts me every day… reminding me that I have a conscience."

"Harley… you're not a monster." I repeated. "Joker twisted you…"

"That's a nice little story… innocent little girl changed into a monster cause of a madman… but it's not true." Harley shook her head. "I changed myself… I did everything because I needed to do it. I did it because I LOVE him… but I'm scared… and I'm freakin' out cause every time I kill or hurt someone I bury the guilt deep down inside me… somethin' Harleen told her patients not to do..."

I almost felt like her emotions… were going to explode.

"I can't go back right now Shot because I can't run with Puddin'." Harley shuttered, nervous and shaky. "I'm runnin' out of places to bury shit in my soul… and I can't live without him… but I can't be beside him anymore doing what we do… and its killin' me… I don't know what to do…"

It was almost like she was having a nervous breakdown, shaking and holding onto me so tight. I felt so bad. I felt… like I needed to help her. Like I needed to make it up to this girl.

"Harley… okay." I pulled her chin up, letting her look at me straight in the eyes. "You don't have to go back…"

"Really Shot?"

"I know a place… a place I go where when things get too hot, I crash till the heat is off me." I looked her dead serious in that tearful glare. "But I don't tell no one about this place okay? I am trusting you Harley… but it's up to you to trust me to bring you there…"

Harley bit her lip, fighting some sort of dilemma.

"So, do you trust me Harley?"

Harley still paused, what happening next stunning me completely. She suddenly leaned upwards and pressed her lips into mine. My eyes probably doubled if I could see them, her eyes shut and those soft lips touching me and locking. I felt her mouth part, sliding her tongue into me teasingly, trying to get me to open up. My dumbass did… and she tasted sweet.

I felt her hands around my back, as we began to get deeper into our kiss. She felt so soft, so delicate… for a killer she was so warm to be with. I knew this was stupid… it felt good but this was fuckin' stupid. This was the Joker's girl... the queen of Gotham... a death warrant.

"H-hey… hey…" I pulled away, it taking all the strength in the world, trying to get my senses straight. "W-what… were we talkin' about again?"

"Some bullshit about me trustin' you… what's wrong?" Harley frowned. "Am I not pretty enough for ya?"

"W-wha? D-don't be crazy…" I paused for a second thinking about what I just said. "Y-you… look like a dream doll face."

"T-then what is it? Is it because I'm white?"

W-white? Did she just really play the race card?

I didn't even know what to say.

"I-I mean… I could… get a tan ya know?" Harley stuttered.

I was too confused to really get the silliness of all this. I was too intrigued by the notion to ignore it.

"Y-ya could?"

"I don't know…" Harley blinked.

O…kay… let's bring some sanity back to this situation shall we?

"H-hey… Harley it's not you… it's just this shit is fuckin' with my head." I took a breath looking at her. "You just had a lot of stuff happen to you okay? You're emotional… I get it… but I don't want you to do things you'll regret when you're this way… I'm not going to take advantage of you. Besides… your heart's already taken right?"

Harley looked a bit sad, only to nod to herself. She still clutched at me, looking up with that intoxicating smile. "Everything you just said is totally right…" She suddenly grabbed my bald head pulling me in. "But you're fuckin' Deadshot and I'm Harley Quinn… we're not known for doing the right thing are we?"

Before I could say another word, she kissed me harder this time, her tongue into me right away. She pushed me back against the door slamming into it, putting a kiss on me that literally was knocking me off my feet. Before I knew it I was on the floor, my arms around her thin waist, her free hand guiding my right to her firm ass.

Kissing her was like a drug. It was sweet, warm, and I couldn't stop. My hands cupped her cheeks as she started to grind against me, her moans muffled into our kiss. This… this was nuts…

BOOM! The door shot open, a giant silhouette of a monster of a man all we could see.

"Alright Harley get off my boy!"

We both looked up dumbly at Croc who seemed ready to grab Harley and pull her off.

I so wanted to put a bullet through that scaley head of his right now.

"Oh snap… I heard a boom and I thought you were… kicking his ass." Croc finally realized the situation. "But my girl is gettin' some ass! MY GIRL!"

Harley giggled a bit, while I just literally stared dumb.

"What's going on here?"

Oh no…

Flag and June walked in only to look at us with the most surprised eyes I've seen since I iced my last contracted kill.

"Okay everyone outside… nothin' to see here." Flag pulled at Croc and June. "Nice negotiating tactics there Lawton… give me some pointers sometime eh?"

"I am… so happy for you two." June had such a stupid grin on her face, being like a rock that wouldn't move as Flag tried to drag her out.

"JUNE! MOVE!"

The door was shut softly as they left, both of us hearing some whispering as they took off. Harley and I let out a much needed breath as the moment really settled in. She turned down to me still on top and stroking my head. Her smile slowly went away, looking down at me with regretful eyes.

"I'm really fuckin' confused…" She whispered.

I nodded in agreement. think it hit her hard just now… what we were doing. She joined me in the sentiments.

We both kind of knew at this point. Doing what we just did opened up a can worms that we'd never could close again. This complicated things… this would change things… and I don't think for the better.

But I guess that's what me and Harley share most in common.

We're both habitual life complicators.

She laid her head down, holding me tight as she relaxed. "Can you just hold me for a bit? Please?"

I complied. I hugged her, a hand on her head stroking, breathing her candy scented hair into my nostrils. "… I gotcha."

I always got her.

- J - H - D -

You are no good for me no more,
We don't know how to love without a war.
We're a disease without a cure,
You wanna hurt just a little, hurt just a little more.

We are casually cruel,
You were my training wheels and April fools,
But our tolerance is full,
Don't wanna hurt anybody, hurt anyone no more.

Length is a pity, watching your pretty smile so warm
And I am already halfway out the door.
And you'll go and kiss me, say you were tipsy
Baby, I lose my cool
when I get emotional.

I get emotional.
You get emotional, too.
I get emotional.
We're comfortably dysfunctional, I get emotional.