Hold on, you say you're always giving; I don't resent
Receiving, it's just that the generous are always first to
Call the rest selfish. And now I stand accused and made
To feel indebted. I guess it's sometimes easy not to feel
Yourself draw in. If you decide to leave, well I know
I'll be the worst to grieve. But if Jesus reaches out to
Me, I'll cut the beggars hand 'cause love dressed as
Support I tend to perceive as demand. It seems to me
When I come home and find a note on the lawn with a
Suitcase and the dresser drawers, that says you'll wait
For the man that can hide you away from the world, that
If you would have wanted less, then I could be that man
Right now. Listen. You finally caught me speaking. I'm
Not too much for sharing; I just a**ume that you don't
Need the weight of what I've been thinking. Here I am
Consumed. And if you feel disparaged, then you should go
Since I don't have the decency myself. If you decide to
Leave, well I know I'll be the worst to grieve. But if
Jesus reaches out to me, I'll cut the beggars hand 'cause
Love dressed as support I tend to perceive as demand