You say to me, That you want to hold me, Securely against your body, So that you can hear my breathing, As my chest heaves up and down And so that I could hear your accelerating, Palpitating heartbeat, The reminder that I do something to you. You say to me, That you want to make me happy, That you want to be the one who makes me smile, And rarely the one who makes the tears, Reappear, even from times, Far from here. You say to me, that with you, There is only now. You say to me, That I complete you, Perfect you, Even when myself hasn’t been perfected, As yet. That I’m the one to make you forget, Past relationships that you claim you regret. You say to me, That I have a hold on you. I say let me go, And you say no. I say leave and go home, And you say that you can’t leave me alone. I say that you are no good, And you say let’s work it out, I know we could. I say let go of my hand, And you say I afraid I can’t. So if you won’t listen to me, Why should I listen to anything that You say?