Was it my need for another wound that brought me to you?

It is easy to deal with a monster if I, myself, am no better

So maybe that is why I got worse

Or perhaps I am using it as another excuse

Which is so simple for me to do

Unlike loving you

Ghost me harder

Then go ahead and get me

To dream up a fever

I will wake up feeling like I won the lottery

And go to bed hugging myself, pondering

If I should see a shrink