I hate it when we argue.
No, it really pisses me off when we do.
I see this wall you start to build.
And what must I do to destroy it?
You expect me to read your mind.
And is it all good if the problem, I find?
You expect me to understand you.
But baby, do you even do that, too?
I can't read your mind.
However, Phoebe, I'm not blind.
What important means for me doesn't for you.
And what I'm accustomed to might be very new to you.
But that's us. Like complementary angles.
Like a pair of shoes that can never be fickle.
Two of us make it right.
And still, two of us always fight.
It has always been frustrating to me
That what stands between us is just really petty.
We're better than this
So would you talk to me, please?
I know you might not want to talk
But out that door I won't let you walk.
I try to control my temper
And I try try a lot harder.
So bear with me and don't misunderstand.
It's you who'll always be the fairest to me in the land.
It's you who'll always be the best
Because no one can compare you to the rest.