Cold War

So, what's inside that peaceful mind of yours?
Is it a memory of your mothers smores
Or is the face of her when you said she's a dance floor
Maybe it's a picture of a place that you wish to explore
Or it could be the tought of me being eaten by a wild boar

I know you've always wished for me to dissapear
But I can't help but reappear
Eventhough we fight almost every year
I still want to know
What's in there?