Yelling at god in a car, I barely made it back home safe.
I want my love for you to be the hair in the sink, a constant reminder that it's there, or it was just there and yeah it went away, but it didn't leave, it's just at work, it's just at the store, but it's coming back.
I want you to hate the fights as much as I do, I want you to need me for a million things, I hide.....I hide the truth so here it is.
I act so angry when you hurt me. I act cold and independant, but the truth is, while I'm being stand offish texting you from my room. I'm wearing your t-shirt and I'm holding myself together standing on somewhat of a last leg, hoping that you'll need me, hoping that you'll never go away.
I'm lost without this love.
For nine months I listened to nothing but my mother's heart beat, she told me when to relax, she told me when to be happy, when to be sad, to be nervous, she told me everything with the beats of her heart and I needed that to tell me what to do with myself.
But your all the heart beat I need and I need to hear it say
I'm not going anywhere.