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