Emotional Anorexic 

Morning grows near, oh I wish you were here, 
as I toss and I turn in my bed. 
I long for your touch and I miss you so much 
and the silence has torn me to shreds. 

But even in longing, I still feel the pronging 
of misery's poisonous claws, 
when in your perfection I catch my reflection 
and in it my numerous flaws. 

Babe, don't be afraid, 
you know I love you with all of my heart. 
Please listen to me, 
don't let those wicked thoughts tear us apart. 

You're brave and you're strong, I am timid and wrong, 
you're a diamond and I am but coal. 
You're the moon and the stars, I am ashes and tar, 
you're a nightingale I am a mole. 

Babe, don't think that way, 
these are the demons that bite at your soul.  [bad word] back to me, 
you're losing your mind and you're out of control. 

Well, this is my curse and it keeps getting worse 
as I can't hold these bad thoughts at bay. 
So I'll whine and I'll moan and I'll cry on the phone 
'till I finally drive you away. 

And then I will ride with my deflated pride 
and the warmth of the blood in my shoe, 
'till an ugly old scar and a broken guitar 
will be all that reminds me of you.