Dancing is the vertical expression of a horizontal desire

MAD

I'm staring at him, I'm sitting wondering what he's thinking , nobody's talking, cause' talking just turns into screaming and now yes I'm yelling over him, he's yelling over me, all that that means is neither of us are listening, and what's even worse, that we don't even remember why we're fighting. It gets me upset when you're constantly accusing asking questions like you already know hey we're fighting this war when both of us are losing this ain't the way that love is supposed to go, what happened to working it out? We fall into this place where you ain't backing down, and I ain't backing down, so what the hell do we do now?.

Ne - Yo