You were a gentle hand on the small of my back and a sober truth
A fragile man child, a gooey marshmallow
You were a soft whisper and the promise of breathtaking love
But there was a flip side
You were also a strutting peacock and a brooding hot mess
A raging bull, a scorpion waiting to sting
You were a glint of menace and a smashed bottle in a bar fight
It was the second guy who stole all our chances
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