Why is it a thrill to watch you leave?

Tugging at the wings you used to spread on me.

Why do I feel this is a fling?

Maybe it’s the way you’re looking down on me. 

Hope you recognize what this means.

We got no more love, those are just soft held dreams.

It feels like you don’t trust me, no more.

I hope this doesn’t tear us at the seams.

I fear I keep losing self esteem.

I always notice when your tells get cheap.

Cause chasing you is like I’m chasing wind.

And I can’t find the time to wonder where you’ve been.

Then you come back just as I’m wearing thin, cause you know my beds the only place you win.

That’s why you..

 

You depend on me.

You search for a meaning but it’s always too deep.

You need me, when I leave, but never when I stay. 

It's all of your contradicting ways.