When a tornado meets a volcano

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie

This song is amazing. I love the mix of the rap and the strong female voice. (And I'm not a rap fan.)

But the topic is very unsettling.

As long as the wrong feels right
it's like I'm in flight
High off her love,
drunk from my hate,
it's like I'm huffin' paint
And I love it
the more I suffer,
I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown,
she resuscitates me,
she fuckin' hates me
And I love it

The worst part of it is that I had to explain to my daughters, who love this over-played song from the radio, what it means when she sings, "I love the way it hurts."

How do you explain this type of relationship? How do you explain the utter co-dependency and lack of completeness and longing for love, when it's really toxic hate and not healthy?

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you’re with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit ‘em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills
Used to get ‘em
Now you’re getting fucking sick
Of looking at ‘em
You swore you’ve never hit ‘em
Never do nothing to hurt ‘em
Now you’re in each other’s face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit ‘em
You push
Pull each other’s hair
Scratch, claw, bit ‘em
Throw ‘em down
Pin ‘em
So lost in the moments
When you’re in ‘em
It’s the rage that took over
It controls you both

And as I explained this quandary to Gentleman Jack, he reminded me that it isn't only women who are caught in the abuse of domestic violence. Many times, men are beaten too. They just may not speak up. Or if they do speak up, they are not heard.

He asked me, even though we have an all female household, to not only teach my children about women's rights, but men's rights as well.

After all, he's a single dad who receives no support for his oldest son from a deadbeat mom.

But your temper’s just as bad
As mine is
You’re the same as me
But when it comes to love
You’re just as blinded
Baby please come back
It wasn’t you
Baby it was me
Maybe our relationship
Isn’t as crazy as it seems
Maybe that’s what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is
I love you too much

Still, I cringe every time I hear my daughters singing about such a passionate place. The song may be a purging of emotion, past pains of both artists immortalized in a beautiful melody.

But such a disconcerting place to be.

Next time I’m pissed
I’ll aim my fist
At the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it’s lies
I’m tired of the games
I just want her back
I know I’m a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I’ma tie her to the bed
And set the house on fire