Went more Enema of the State sounding with this one, recorded with Orange Tiny Terror miced up through a SoundBlaster Z micrphone, Addictive Drums, and random synths.

Lyrics:

every single time
i heard her start to cry
i started asking why
she told me nothing
but then it got open
more communication
we molded to eachother
now were here in stride

a sacred flesh mixed bond
one loving the other one
understanding aint fun
but its still coming
toward a bright future
i know ill be with her
and i know she cares
its more time than i can bide

ohhhhh

you beat the hell out of me
simple as 1,2,3
although its verbally
its just what I would want
another rivalry
who wouldve thought itd be
the one who makes me see
the world so differently
lets just give this a chance
lets do a stupid dance
at night round 3 am
when the ghosts come out
to play amongst our bed
these thoughts are in our head
something is dark inside
its perfect please dont hide

nothing holds us back
like a heart attack
come home
something to explore

nothing holds us here
nothing to be feared
lets play
with coming history