Mace

I'm on the sofa And your head is in my lap I'm meant to be somewhere else But you don't care about that I'm shaking freezing And you're bundled up real good I'd ask for some blanket But I do not think I should I want you to get what you want But you haunt me, you haunt me Haunt me, you haunt Some days you curse my name Other days maybe you'll consider Taking the blame You're gripping tightly With your eyes around my throat If I say something wrong I choke, I choke, I choke I'm on the sofa And your head is in my lap I'm meant to be somewhere else Why would you care about that? Soak my words in some sugar I hope that makes you feel better Instead you bite it and drag me in further I should have just left it bitter