Hold on, you say you're always giving; I don't resent
receiving, its just that the generous are always first to
call the rest selfish. And now I stand accused and made
to feel indebted. I guess its 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 assume 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.