Hurl

Every time I think I've got it down, I realize that you're always going to have your hold on me. I can push and pull and run and hide, and I do, Lord knows I do, I try. But there's nothing to keep me from coming back, coming back to you. There's nothing I can do, not when you hurl everything you've got out there. And even though it's not at me, I see it, I see what you can do and who you are and all these things I wish I didn't recognize or want or think that I need. All these things that keep me here, keep me tied to you.