Too much (pt1)

I jump into bed, exhausted after this passing week Cozy bed, curtains closed and and fluffy socks on my feet All that's missing is a blanket, then I can finally sleep I look around my room to find that one special peice of fabric I've had for as long as I can remember Or maybe it just feels that way, we did only meet last September Aha, I've got it, the one I was looking for, just as soft as when we first met So warm and comforting, the best there is, id be willing to bet I close my eyes, wrapped in its love, I'm all set I toss and I turn but It just doesn't feel right The once comforting look of its patterns become the most bothersome sight I used to cover my head and let it encase me in its darkness but now I'm desperate for light Maybe I was in over my head, I thought this was dedication but it's starting to feel like suffocation It's too much, I can't take it, get it off me, this isn't relaxation Perhaps I'm the problem, could I be just too little? No that's not right, it's not me, it's you, you're just too brittle Sure I asked for your attention and invited your closeness But I never wanted the commitment, I didn't sign up for your clinginess