I'm a fast breather, I'm a hairless dog.
And alone at the end of the day, i'm just like the gathering fog.
I'm a slow mover, I'm the best laid plans.
And alone at the end of the day, I just sit with my head in my hands.
But we speak easy
And we seldom fight.
And i chew on the bones of the day while you sleep soft and warm in the night.
And I can't see you
With anyone else.
Even if that means holding me down, even if that means losing myself.
He's a smooth talker
And he shaves his face.
And I wonder if you look at me and instead see him taking my place.
But I do need you
And no one else.
And I hope you're around and forgiving when you see me losing myself.