Mine and Yours

You always tell me I should take my time,
but I think patience is a bore.
You always say I’m looking out for mine,
but you been looking out for yours.
We been fighting through the seasons,
hoping love would run it’s course.
Some new, awful kind of treason;
we’ll stand for sentence, they’ll be mine and yours.
You always tell me I should take my time,
but I think patience is a bore.
You always say I’m looking out for mine,
but what is mine is yours.
Let’s make love with the lights down low,
so bright eyes flicker in the soft light’s glow.
Let’s make love with the lights down low;
forget about mine and yours.