I will hold your hand until it's black and blue
With the steady pressure of my terrified grip
That I know you will cease to tolerate some day soon
And you will go
And I understand why
For I've become skilled at the art of pushing away the ones I need most
And when I held your hand for the first time and found myself applying that steady pressure
With a strength I never had before
I knew that I needed you
Needed you like nothing else
I can't ask you not to leave as I stand here holding open the door
But I'm pleading with you to alleviate my fears and calm my terrified grip
Soothe me with those words I need to hear
And don't let me push you out that door