On A Molecular Level

I’ve considered that I hate you more than you know 

And less than I really do 

But it doesn’t matter anyhow because aliens

From outer space have come 

And that means they’ll take me or they’ll take you 

Or they’ll blow us all to smithereens 

And my love

I mean hatred

Will dissolve into a green goo 

Soak into the ground, bubble, fizz 

And my emotion for you will have dissipated into a noxious gas

But I suppose even then somehow I will find you on a molecular level

And fall in love with you

All over again.