I don't erase the marks on my hand
because I can sit here and call you
mine, but you're not here yet,
are you?

'Cause, dammit, I don't know
where here is, and I'm ready for it
but I can't see it anywhere
and I'm the type to let things faaaade away
when I'm too scared to mention it.
And you know I'm too scared.

Did you really hear everything
when she told you I was lost?
I found you; I found myself,
and now the problem is keeping you-
and I've got
a short leash and a choke collar hidden
somewhere in here, but if I pull it out,
you'll just leave altogether.
And the only thing I can handle less than
having and holding is dropping.