My beloved cares for me like a drunk
Slipping in and out of reality
I try to fix him but I always flunk
I think I do it for all who I pity.
Reckless like the driver who’s had too much,
Puts himself before the others around
Physically, mentally on a crutch
When lovers like us wish not to be bound
I’m an object to him, one of his drinks
Gripping the bottle more closely than me
I’m trying to leave, it’s got me to think,
Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t to be.
I’m trying to make his habit his past,
For my love for him is stronger than that.