[I've been missing.]
I'm never alone now.
I can't remember the last time I was alone.
You're in my face, getting in my way, sleeping in my bed and talking to me.
And i'm fighting you wildly, pushing you away, keeping my secrets.
And you're questioning and probing and pushing and prodding.
And yet I can't stop being with you.
Maybe because the world is worse out there.
And although I cry and complain throw a fit at your invasion,
I know that it's still better to cry and complain and throw a fit in your arms...
...than to be alone.
