I'm Losing Myself

I'm a fast breather, I'm a hairless dog

And alone at the end of the day, I am just like the gathering fog



I'm a slow mover, I'm the best laid plans

And alone at the end of the day, I just sit with my head in my hands

But we speak easy and we seldom fight

And I chew on the bones of the day while you sleep soft and warm in the night

And I can't see you, with anyone else

Even if that means holding me down, even if that means losing myself



He's a smooth talker

And he shaves his face

And I wonder if you look at me and instead see him taking my place

But I do need you, and no one else

And I hope you're around and forgiving when you see me losing myself