That Close Enough?

We met at some party, both reaching for the last cider left on the table. An hour later we were kissing, an hour later we were fucking.

We tried to make an honest go of it, but after a few months we were screaming, a week after that we were throwing shit.

So we broke up, as you're supposed to, but then we crossed paths at another party with our new partners. A few minutes later we were arguing, an hour later we were fucking again.

We might make each other miserable, but we can't stand not being miserable anymore.