It's like being addicted to drugs. Except instead of narcotics it's you. You are my drug, which actually sounds kind of romantic. Except it's not, because I mean it in a much more literal sense than the romantics do. I just can't get off you. When I'm with you I get this rush, and that's great, except, and here's the thing, when you leave I come down and I'm worse off than before, I need you even more, I'm not satisfied.
You leave all the time, you walk away, you blow me off with some flimsy excuse. Because you're scared and you're emotionally stunted and you're dark and twisty inside. Which makes me the bad guy because I'm abandoning the girl with abandonment issues. If that makes me selfish than I'm selfish. Call it what you will, but I need out.
If you would stay, if you could really commit, everything would be great. I'd be on this permanent high. Which makes me weak and pathetic. A drug addict. But that's it, that's all there is. We can't be on-again-off-again. Because when we're on-again-off-again my life sucks. Either you stay or you leave. I'm putting my foot down, there's no in between. Yes or no.