I will always hate the cold,
the way you hate me when you drink,
and I\'ll never like my smile,
just like you\'ll never like how I wear my hair (even though you know I love it)
I\'ll always want to dance and you\'ll always rush me to leave,
and I\'ll always love the sea
while you\'ll detest the sand.
perhaps I\'m your sand,
and you\'ll try to be my sea,
either way,
we\'re bound to slip through each others hands.
-J