I wait for you to tell me all the trouble in your soul
I listen well and help with everything I can control
I long await my turn, but your time for me is rare
I keep on reaching for you, but you're never always there
I love that I'm your go to when something's out of place
I tell myself you're thankful but I'm not sure that's the case
I know I'll never stop, though it might just save my mind
I'm scared I'll be in crumbles—I'm more scared that you'll be fine
