Don't Worry Cally

You got me baited and beached
You know you need no leash
And I would follow though a minefield
I would hold tight without notion or hope of peace.
Just the same anyway
I will carry your troubles on my back
and sell my ego to appease you
My head will end up in a trench

Chlorine has gotten to my eyes
so it's all the same anyway

I'll hold you together
when you try to "pop"

And you can strum your sadness on me
I've shaped my head to resemble your stomach.
So, honey I'll feed you well
And I may say thiungs later
that will tarnish your name
Just know I only mean them half the time
with a head in the trench