Desperate

Do you believe me when I tell you
I’m not a child hanging on the hem of your pants
That I don’t rely on your footsteps?
That I would breathe if given the chance?
I know you can’t
And why should you?
I don’t believe it myself

I sway back and forth
A palm tree stuck in your moods
Playing with my own fragile life
I probably look pathetic, so tragically torn
Because I am
But I’m reliant on your north winds
Praying they catch me as they blow
So I can be a drifter
Along for the ride as you flow