I’m Losing Myself

I'm a fast breather, I'm a hairless dog
And alone at the end of the day, I am just like the gathering fog

I'm a slow mover, I'm the best laid plans
And alone at the end of the day, I just sit with my head in my hands
But we speak easy and we seldom fight
And I chew on the bones of the day while you sleep soft and warm in the night
And I can't see you, with anyone else
Even if that means holding me down, even if that means losing myself

He's a smooth talker
And he shaves his face
And I wonder if you look at me and instead see him taking my place
But I do need you, and no one else
And I hope you're around and forgiving when you see me losing myself