Alone at the end of the day

I'm a fast breather, I'm a hairless dog.

And alone at the end of the day, I'm 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.