You were my Bouey
Helping me stay afloat
And I clung to you
You were my person
My borrowed sanity

You see I lost my marbles years ago

If I ever had them at all

I always wondered
Why you needed me
Like I needed you?

What did I offer?
Besides psychosis?

I was a broken person
I lost pieces of myself all along the way

So by my math

Keep in mind I'm terrible at math

We made a person and a half
maybe a person and a third

But as I clung to you
you opened up

And revealed the holes
Where you lost pieces too

And I realized my math was off
We didn't make multiple people when put together
We barely had enough pieces left to make one

Also You didn't give me any paper
You  butthead