Emotional Anorexic

Morning grows near, oh I wish you were here,

as I toss and I turn in my bed.

I long for your touch and I miss you so much

and the silence has torn me to shreds.

But even in longing, I still feel the pronging

of misery’s poisonous claws,

when in your perfection I catch my reflection

and in it my numerous flaws.

Babe, don’t be afraid,

you know I love you with all of my heart.

Please listen to me,

don’t let those wicked thoughts tear us apart.

You’re brave and you’re strong, I am timid and wrong,

you’re a diamond and I am but coal.

You’re the moon and the stars, I am ashes and tar,

you’re a nightingale I am a mole.

Babe, don’t think that way,

these are the demons that bite at your soul.

Please, come back to me,

you’re losing your mind and you’re out of control.

Well, this is my curse and it keeps getting worse

as I can’t hold these bad thoughts at bay.

So I’ll whine and I’ll moan and I’ll cry on the phone

’till I finally drive you away.

And then I will ride with my deflated pride

and the warmth of the blood in my shoe,

’till an ugly old scar and a broken guitar

will be all that reminds me of you.

Lalalalalala…. repeat…