It's Friday evening
and everythings coming down around me...
Im questioning if I have what it takes
to hold you up...
or at least here... somewhere...
anywhere next to me
Before I never had to question,
but I woke up this morning
feeling something less of myself
than I had recalled,
looking into the mirror
let alone getting out of bed,
has never felt so hard before
Maybe I just tuned it out,
along with the other five thousand things
I have decided I didn't want to hear
pick and chose what works,
but now I don't seem to have a say ...
I guess thats the reality
of giving your heart away
Letting go and knowing I can't always be there
to catch you when you fall,
having to rest upon the knowing of,
we're here for the long haul
feeling helpless is part of the picture,
accepting I can't always run to you
like some kind of fucking fictional super hero...
there to save your day,
to earse the marks in your past
and prevent them from appearing in your future,
theres no promise or gaurentee in that
all though, I want to and you know i'll try to...
... but although Im feeling rather worthless today,like I might have nothing to offer...
I know somehow in someway
you'll come along,
and make the perfect end to my day because you always do....
and i'll fall asleep tonight
feeling lucky and loved
even though im not sure im worth that...
and everythings coming down around me...
Im questioning if I have what it takes
to hold you up...
or at least here... somewhere...
anywhere next to me
Before I never had to question,
but I woke up this morning
feeling something less of myself
than I had recalled,
looking into the mirror
let alone getting out of bed,
has never felt so hard before
Maybe I just tuned it out,
along with the other five thousand things
I have decided I didn't want to hear
pick and chose what works,
but now I don't seem to have a say ...
I guess thats the reality
of giving your heart away
Letting go and knowing I can't always be there
to catch you when you fall,
having to rest upon the knowing of,
we're here for the long haul
feeling helpless is part of the picture,
accepting I can't always run to you
like some kind of fucking fictional super hero...
there to save your day,
to earse the marks in your past
and prevent them from appearing in your future,
theres no promise or gaurentee in that
all though, I want to and you know i'll try to...
... but although Im feeling rather worthless today,like I might have nothing to offer...
I know somehow in someway
you'll come along,
and make the perfect end to my day because you always do....
and i'll fall asleep tonight
feeling lucky and loved
even though im not sure im worth that...
