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Come on

I know your looks

just waiting for to turn my head

One way or the other you will move

You pretend to stand still in front of me

You pretend to help me at all costs

Anytime, anywhere

My first love and hate relationship

I go up and you fly out beautifully like a butterfly

When I’m down you come sneaking up on me like a monster

Majestic and black, you hold me like I’m small

but I shrink everyday

What happens then when you come back?

I’ve always let you go 

I’ve always loved to see you go

I guess one thing you can blame me for is making too many questions 

We started I didn’t even care to be right

I just wanted to be

Then you kept correcting me and I ran away

Now i’m back and you know I’m good 

I don’t need your help, I just need you to listen

Maybe you were the first love of my life

Same M.O.

I love, I feel inferior, I put you down

Why do I have to make things psychological?

Writing is brilliant and keeps me alive

When I go up, you fly out and bring me back everything that’s good

When I finally head down again, you come comfort me after the job done

Maybe you’re my true love after all.