I’m messy and uncontrollable
Clumsy and unpredictable
I never quite know what to say
To captivate you the way she does
And then as though there are two
Of me, I suddenly switch
And I am a Molotov cocktail
Of angry words and passion and of
Desperation to make this world better
Though not the fashionable kind
Of passion, it’s my own kind
Messy, uncontrollable, clumsy, unpredictable
And I’ll never stop wondering
Whether you might have loved me
If I learned to tone down my intensities