there's a split inside of me
part of me wants to fight and kick and scream and throw you outside
but the winning majority seems to appreciate letting you come in and hide

I don't understand anything that's happening
...and yet I know exactly what is going on.
"Show him my love", he says...
...but is that really you Lord...
...or just my own childish neglect longing for my head to have a pet

I keep giving him to you...
...imagining him in your hand...being taken behind your wings
...and then he's still here
...and things keep happening
...and I don't know where to land.

...does he even give two f&&cks about me
or is it that he knows, I'm something to keep...
...something worthy, valuable to be had
...so he holds me...
hugs me...
growls in my ear
watches me as I sleep

wolf in sheep's clothing,
should I fear?
I don't though...
for some assinine reason
there's this part of me that's just freakin' all in