These past three years we've been apart but it's been OK, we have to do this we'll be better
in the end don't worry soon you'll get your way. I'm sure you're with him, but I know that
you're mine, if I could think straight, we'd be just fine, I need to be with you, just to put me
at ease, it's not about you, it's about me. Sometimes I overreact, cos it seems you're never
on your own, "please leave your name and I'll get back to you," the stupid message on your
answer phone. I don't want you to see me like this, I don't know why I just can't give it a miss.
My paranoia might tear us in two and all you'd keep saying is you never knew.