A disturbing tale of the relationship between the needy and those who need to be needed.
Warning - chorus might be a bit earwormy.

This version remastered by Densyl - nice work my friend!

Lyrics

It's just a little too close to call
Which one's the bat, which one's the ball
Someone has to push, someone has to pull
So self-destructively wonderful

I don't know when to stop, 'cause I don't know where to start
When our levels of commitment are this far apart
Tiptoeing around you's become a delicate art
Yet it's okay to tread on my checkerplate heart

I find it hard to cope with your shifting needs
Only ever biting the hand that feeds
The more you have to give, the more I have to take
But never quite enough for the rope to break

I often sit and wonder where would you be
Without this constant attention from me?
Then I get to thinking what would I do
Without spending my life running after you?

I don't know when to stop, 'cause I don't know where to start
When our levels of commitment are this far apart
Tiptoeing around you's become a delicate art
Yet it's okay to tread on my checkerplate heart