Deranged Love

You come to me in fits and starts Partly holding your golden hair Then you back off like an engine torn apart Bowing out because I wont back down To your posse conditions And the jealousy of your lover We exchanged words called devotion Love danging by the throat And marched along in tongue tension Still you tight rope your heart Unable to make a decision, you hold apart But all is forever laid bare To live through love without a care