When you look at me, what do you see?
A best friend, a boyfriend, welcome company?
I see an angel when I look at you
I just wondered if you thought that of me too.
I don’t want to be here
So you can say that I’m there
If I come home every day
I want to know that you care
And deep inside, I know that you do
I just need little nudges to know that it’s true
It may be that I’m anchor to melodrama
In the end, it’s part of what’s me
But we both have to take the good with the bad;
What good gives you guarantee?