Love, depression
I'm the best kind of lover. I lay beside you whispering sweet nothings in your ears as you lay awake until 1am, 3am, 5 in the morning. But there not really sweet

Your keeping me prisoner for weeks on end, not letting me out of this bed. And sadly you're the only other in this prison.

It seems like your hands are on the wheel, and you brought your friend anxiety which sits on my shoulder that repeats over and over all my insecurities along with my fears . I'm just your host.

You go away for weeks and weeks, months and months. Then you appear on my doorstep like a ex lover, at 3 am.