codependency the interlude

Why is it the people you love that are never satisfied

Are you speaking, eating, breathing enough

Is it just the way you crack at every needlepoint that makes lovers fearful of their every word

Or is it the way you break down

At every shout that is sometimes even a mistaken whisper

Maybe they just can't handle the way your mind runs wild butterflies - flying from the sun's hot rays

Maybe they can't handle the suffocation - of your problems engulfing them in something they never signed up for

You can't expect them to be there all the time

Every time you wanna slip away you rely on that hand to pull you up over the water

What happens on the day the no-hand comes down

You're going to drown