Here it comes it’s all blowing in tonight I woke up this morning to a blood red sky They’re burning on the bridge turning off the lights We’re on the run I can see it in your eyes If nothing is safe then I don’t understand You call me your boy but I’m trying to be the man One more day and it’s all slipping with the sand You touch my lips and grab the back of my hand The back of my hand Guess we both know we’re in over our heads We got nowhere to go and no home that’s left The water is rising on a river turning red It all might be OK or we might be dead If everything we’ve got is slipping away I meant what I said when I said until my dying day I’m holding on to you, holding on to me Maybe it’s all gone black but you’re all I see You’re all I see
The walls are shaking, I hear them sound the alarm Glass is breaking so don’t let go of my arm Grab your bags and a picture of where we met All that we’ll leave behind and all that’s left If everything we’ve got is blowing away We’ve got a rock and a rock till our dying day I’m holding on to you, holding on to me Maybe it’s all we got but it’s all I need You’re all I need
And if all we’ve got, is what no one can break, I know I love you, if that’s all we can take, the tears are coming down, they’re mixing with the rain, I know I love you, if that’s all we can take.
A pool is running for miles on the concrete ground We’re eight feet deep and the rain is still coming down The TV’s playing it all out of town We’re grabbing at the fray for something that won’t drown
I need to learn to recognize and identify these danger signs when I see them, not brush them off as “eccentricities,” “lovable oddities,” or “a sign” that he’s crying out for help and the comforting of a codependent nurturer that only I, Princess Enabler, can provide.
Bad boyfriends don’t disguise themselves; their girlfriends do it for them.
”—Laurie Notaro, Autobiography of a Fat Bride: True Tales of a Pretend Adulthood