Oh, I need you every second I’m awake,
even while I barely sleep, baby,
you’re still there keeping me always company,
whether you are actually,
just say that you do anyway, deary,
because there ain’t room in my eyes to cry,
and there’s too much life left to live to die yet.
Go on, treat me as the trash that I am,
only fair game considering my sorry history,
walk all over this pitiful carcass, sugar,
lock me in your house like a wicked child,
desert this toy your entire night also,
I couldn’t possibly make me love you less,
as well as make me love you more.
Ha, there ain’t time for loneliness,
we’re full up serving plenty of substance,
to allow me some emptiness, honey,
got things here sailing simply right,
long before it has a chance to turn wrong,
never heard of you leaving me, darling,
since I merely replace your words with mine.
Watch it, at last these hours ain’t really my own,
passing what little I have for hope, sweetie,
where nobody can penetrate a rescue,
it don’t honestly matter how you wander,
God has granted me a patron saint,
above busy working across my whole day,
beautifying your enduring home and my dire self.
Sharwrong's Song 