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 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.