you’re the reason

I don’t know what i’m crying for.
what do I want changed?
what do I want new?
I want to remember who we were
when ends never met and
I hurt you with my anger.
I want to hold you now
and stop myself then.
you deserve what we have,
and i’m not sure I thought we’d
ever get here.
you loved me behind the counter
of a Walmart, of a Blockbuster;
you drove me and picked me up
an hour each way.
you are my reason and my rock
and I don’t give a shit about headshots
if you ain’t in em with me, cuz
you’re the reason people want em.