Dragging Afloat

You're smiling like you're happy, but you're really smothered and hopeless, worried of being alone for the rest of your life. Know that I'd take you and your thoughts and your aberrant moods... I would take you and be with you and talk about confusion and purpose. I'd show you my darkness, and I'd look into yours, and if we couldn't find any light around us... I suppose I'd hold your hand.