« Hug a cactus, that’s love‘s game,
Sharp and biting, never tame.
We reach out, get stung, bleed red,
Still, can’t shake love from our head.
It’s messy, yeah, but we dive in,
Hoping this time we might win.
Love‘s a fight, a fiery track,
We burn, we ache, but keep coming back.
In every prick, there’s a hint of bliss,
A crazy, wild, chaotic kiss. »