Neurotic Love

He loves me

Well, he says he does.

Perhaps he doesn’t really mean it

Perhaps he’s being nice.

I wonder how I can be sure

You just can never tell

Perhaps if he says it just once more

I’ll know it’s really true.

He says he loves me

But he seems busy

Perhaps he’s growing distant

What can I do to make him love me?

Perhaps I’ll make him angry

Cause then I’ll know

That he thinks I’m worth fighting for

But what if he walks out the door?

Maybe I’ll make him feel guilty

Then he’ll come back to me

I’ll hold him in my arms

And he’ll be glad he’s with me.

You see it’s not that I’m anxious or insecure

I just need to know for sure

He loves me, really loves me

Really, really loves me

And when he’s gone

And I’m alone

I’ll know he didn’t really love me

And once again I’ll hunt for love

I’ll hunt for love

I’ll find that man

I’ll take him in my arms

And hear him say he loves me

This one will not escape

For in my arms entwined

I’ll know he loves me

Caught in my embrace

And when sucked dry

Wilting, withered, wasted

I’ll know he loved me

He really, really loved me.