i knew no one would hear him until he was screaming.
who loves you the most? everyone
puts their two cents in, vying
for love you already freely give away.
it's a rat race, unnecessary victor.
it doesn't have to be this way,
it doesn't have to be tug-of-war.
your heart's not big enough yet
for us to break it apart: and you're
angelic and clean, sobering.
i want you to still want to be here
in ten years' time. don't go, baby boy.
our emotions set us on fire,
stretching those seams for the ripping
but you're the glue, baby,
you're the glue.