i'm too weak and i can't find the fear

what does that say about me? that I'm a cowardly bastard. I can't stick up for myself for longer than a week and I always choose you over me. I choose you over everyone. It's a dreadful situation, and leaves me with killer abrasions. I'd measure our love in ounces and our lust in kilos, but only if I'm joking. We can't run away.