it feels easier when i'm around you;
talking to you soothes the worry,
eases the anxiety

every time i'm away, counting
3, 2, 1, and you'll forget about me
just another filler chapter in a heart-wrenching story

i'm sorry; i'm just so needy
convinced that everyone who loves me
is never gonna love me

for children, they call it separation anxiety—
i call it abandonment issues,
and i've got a lot of traumatic memories

i just want you to stay, to-- to be here with me
if i were a mattress, i'd be stained and rickety
but i'd still keep you warm and comfy

i can hold you and kiss your soul,
lie with you, protect you as you sleep: gentle, easy.
just stay with me.