I'm a fast breather, I'm a hairless dog. And alone at the end of the day, i'm 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.