I wished for security, in ways only you could lock around my uncontrollable conscious. I just wished for sanity, inside your warm embrace but you scolded me with your backfire, and scorned me with your tongue. The only thing I ever really need is your action to yell down my throat and jump my bones, but your words are silent and my bones are chilled. Seems my nerves have been shot and you loaded the gun So I grow weak as anxiety overwhelms me whilst I sit on top of this mountain of circumstance that’s been built for me. I’m sorry I can’t control time, or the way things workout for the worst but maybe you need to realize that you need me, just as much as I needed you.