Alone in the dark.

What do you want from me?

Seriously...

What is it that I could possibly do for you? 

 What about me is it that you can't just let go of?

Because my type of love just can't get through to you... 

I don't know If I believe that you really love me for some reason

Or Is this just some sort of trauma bond? 

What does me being here in your life day after day do for you

If most of the time, we can't even get along?

I always apologize because I feel like I keep doing something wrong and I will irritate you...

I just long for your attention, I don't think I need to mention I feel like I come of as over affectionate too... 

Maybe I am just too feminine since I have such an annoyingly sharp notion of my emotions...

Maybe you're just too masculine since you had to be so independent for so long...I don't fit your plan anymore. Your path has been chosen.

Your truth has been spoken.

Now I'm just a token. 

Life through you so many punchlines

That I'm just a jokes end... 

Inferior date nights.

Yeah I'm just a broke friend...

Deprived of your physical presence

Wet dreams don't need lotion. 

Maybe I just ask for to much

 Because we both know love is dangerous...

I feel like its been far to long

 Especially between two of us

 For shit to still be strange for us...

I still cry myself to sleep.

Not much has changed for us.

Even when I sleep there next to you

 I feel estranged from us

Because...

You.

No maybe its me.

Its all in my head, its my old fashioned heart.

Equivalent exchange is not how it works these days

Looking for that will just tear me apart. 

I thought I knew what love looked like

But perception is part 

Of the art...

How could I ever know what unconditional love is 

If I grew up alone in the dark?

Eh...

It doesn't matter.

I feel like I tell you how I feel and It comes off as idle chatter...

I think I ramble a little to often, so you just pile it on the platter.

Until I run the mental bases, its your turn to be the batter. 

Then we go right back down the latter to a love that's beautifully tattered.

Tragically shattered pieces are thrown here woefully scattered. 

When did we get this way? glittery quixotic disaster...

Making love between the chaos, its starting to spiral faster.