Piledrive, you wrestle me down in no time, clotheslined, and onto the ropes where you climb, and drop, attack, and fall, our foreheads now collide. I hit the wall (but all of it’s implied) whenever I talk to you, whenever I talk to you. Knee strike, a bicycle kick to my eye, chairs fly, and ear-splitting words like goodbye. My legs, my arms, my heart, why can’t you see the signs? We tear apart (but all of it’s implied) whenever I talk to you. It feels so real, I know we’re only wrestling time. You straight talk, headlock, scissor kick, and low block, but you feel just fine, whenever I talk to you, whenever I talk to you, whenever I talk to you.