Who are you to interrogate me now that the boots on the other foot? Now that it's you in pain?
You tell me you can't sleep at night, thinking of him and I.
But where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I was driven to insanity by the image of you and her, and the other one?
I've been living lies and faking thrills, yearning for your touch. But you aren't here are you? You're the loose cannon, the spontaneous, adventurous one. I know that about you.
I love that about you,
but where's the security?
What if you change your mind?
What if you don't love me?
What if you just miss me?