We’ve always been known as stubborn
That’s what I find delightful
But I didn’t think you’d act this way
As a thought inside my head
It’s always the same old pattern
Refusing to leave at times
I try not to love the way
You come back to have a last word
A story for a couple of bookworms
But action makes us all fools
Impressions are hard to remove
At least we can say that we try