Why do I still love you?

Anytime we hang out you're always gone
by the end of the night.

You never come home with me
always eager to leave,
more willing to find your
way into someone
else's hands,
than remain in mine.

I can't get enough.

You thrive on the chase,
your bountiful
promises are empty
like my pockets,
but I'm only a few days
away from seeing
you again

and I will never get enough of you.

You help me when you
arrive in two weeks time
and hurt me when you
leave sometimes only
staying for a few days.

My pockets miss your promises.

Your debits are hard to control
and your credits constantly
leave me seeking more
adoration.

I buy your lies.

I want you to love me
in the same way I don't
want to love you. I only
chase you because it's
expected,

but I want my soul back.

Why do I still love you?
I can't get enough
and I will never get enough of you.
My pockets miss your promises
I buy your lies,
I want my soul back.

A man's worth shouldn't
in (lie) you.