I cling onto you too tightly. I leave lines of blood on your hips Whenever you pry me away from you Long enough that we're separated. You're my only lifeline these days; The grass and the mud that I grab hold of, Something to help pull myself up From the river I've fallen into. You're the pen I can never put down; Even when inspiration doesn't hit Or forcing out uncomfortable truths hurts, It brings me a comfort I can't relinquish. You're the shotgun in my hands. From the muzzle that I put in my mouth To the trigger that I hold onto Tighter than anything else you ever gave me. And I hold onto it so tightly That your trigger is pulled further away from me, The rest of you coming closer to messing up my mind, And it's OK, Because you're the only thing I have left to hold onto.