She says she loves me. She says she loves me, so she clings to me even when I want to be left alone. But she’s beautiful, like sometimes I have things on my mind, she’s the perfect person to listen. And she only gives advice. She says she loves me, like when I wake up in the morning, shes sitting on the edge of the bed with a plate of food, wanting to feed me. She says she needs me, she says she loves me. Or like when I’m stepping out of the shower, she’s standing there with the towel, wanting to, wanting to dry me off. She says, she says she loves me. So instead of admitting that she has made another mistake, she says she loves me… and I don’t know about love.
— Lamont Carey
