Lover,

I'm sorry to ask this
one more time
but do you mean it
when you say you're mine?

I know you're worried
I'm being too quiet
but my mind has to hurry,
and my brain is in flight.

Now my self-esteem hungers
and creativity's run dry-
keep counting up the numbers
so I don't fly too high.

Can't stop running on this track
assure myself, I'm pulling weight
constant pressure on my back
creating more self-hate.