Lyrics & Music by Jerit Adamson Fourman, 2006.

Somethin' sickening, relating to myself....
Ah, what's the point? Prob'ly someone else.
The more I smoke and drink, the more I miss myself.
It's just highs and lows, but in the middle, there's a wealth.
  So don't be scared for me; no one's ever cared for me
  Like you do when I'm a mess.
  Strength in numbers: I can calculate my way through this,
  But if I had to, I could guess:

What's the matter, Love? We used to be so close.
Now somethin's dead, or almost.
Got my pride: I'd like to keep you by my side,
Even if love . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . died.
  Mouth to mouth is keepin' us alive, and I'm
  Hopin' Love we can survive.
  Stay by me, Baby! I can treat you like a lady and
  Breathe the two of us to life.

Optimism is in prison while we fight.
Somethin' went wrong; now let's make it right!
Pessimism is in both of us sometimes,
But half in the dark is still half in the light.
  And I will never leave you, but you can leave me if
  Ever you find you've got the itch.
  Just for the record, though: You may be leavin' me
  Before you really know what love is.