Patron Problems

You can make me happy, but I can't let you be the only reason.

You change my weather, but you can't be my only season.

I can't give that power away so quickly these days.

You can brighten up my life but not as much as the sun's rays.

Don't take that as an insult and I'm not just speaking on impulse.

But I just need you to understand that I can't give that away to any old man.

I want you to respect my heart and also learn it.

I want to give you my all but honestly; you need to earn it.

This isn't anything new to me, and I won't be blinded by your jewelry just for the fact that I can't let you make a fool of me.

Understand that when you stop by, I'll be heavily armed.

That's not to hurt you but merely to protect me from your deadly charm.

I know the blaze that comes with this will require all four alarms.

In addition, I'm running from an already ticking bomb.

This is presumed to be the explosion that will, in turn, rid me of all prior corrosion.

There's nothing wrong with wanting a new start.

Especially when it pertains to matters of an abused heart.

Again this has everything and nothing to do with you, and there are few doubts that this wouldn't be beautiful.

I'd instead take less time accusing you of destroying barren crops that are dying to be fruitful.

Youthful.

Truthful.

May the basket be too full.

Full of love, full of life.

I've lived many sunrises in the wrong and plenty of nights not living right.

The glass is always half full until it's half empty.

The cup never has enough until it has plenty.

Looking down the barrel of this weapon of mass destruction, I see no fear.

I see no end to this bottle even though the bottom is so clear.

The more I indulge, the more I realize how much I'm jaded.

The once silver outline is now oh so faded.

I should probably stop here, but I continue.

I know my limits, but that doesn't trump the things that I've been through.

I very well know that I have a Patron problem but what I'm unsure of is if you add to or solve them.

I've been putting the bottle down as I've been picking it up, but I noticed that I enjoy you so much that I don't give a fuck.

I contradict my thoughts at times, but I can't help it.

I've never hidden the fact that when it comes to you, I'm incredibly selfish.

Not a care in the world and I don't think that I should have one.

When I wake up with this potential hangover, at least I'll know that I had fun.