Incumbent!

I need your love like a hand needs a glove 

On Summer days, "I need your love" is all you say?

And I'd be thinking, "What's she on?

Does it have to be constantly swaying

And beating and constantly preying on this

Beating heart that knows not where to start

On the Rocky Road to recovery, and it's gonna be an uphill struggle,

I can feel it, this choice I've made doesn't shrivel up to

Something worse than what it's already been.

I'm not a fighting love machine.

I get weak, and I get tangled up with every word you speak

Whether or not it was said in anger and pain and wicked thoughts

Running around your weary head thinking the worst and

Causing your own brand of hurt.

These are the mortal chains I've placed myself in and

It's a complete mystery to myself as

I clamber forward to open yonder where nothing has grown yet or been

Devised in there's too much push and shove for a patch for the pain.

Just to rip it off and let it fester again until it burns out mortal remains.