Degrees

I'll do what I have to do
if it means quitting you
you feel just like frozen marshmallows
stuck there with fruit in frozen jellos
there's no getting to you now
even if I could figure how
to melt it all away from here
some sure might think it queer
were I to put it in the microwave
to even begin to try to save
what we lost a long while ago
I'll do what I must, don't you know?

And it's nothing personal, do you see?
You are you and I am me
and I don't much care for frozen stuff
been there, done that, had enough
I am fire and cannot exist
among your icy hard stone kiss
you are iceburgs out of turf
not to survive in my warm surf

I tried to live there and compromise
but our differences lack surprise
while I catch fever and you freeze
never will we come to a point to please

somewhere in the middle degrees.
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