You’ve never been weighed and then measured found wanting,
You’ve been seen, found tough, and let be.
So before I go saying you make a bad lover,
I think that I’ll let you kiss me.
I cannot in good conscience wear white if I’m honest,
My wedding dress needs to be black.
I’ve seen too much skin and the souls that live in it,
I fear I’m the bride you’ll give back.
You take and you give,
You give and you take,
It’s a simple give and take.
The cash on the dresser is money I’ve made.
I love how you told me I was pretty,
They all do.
And it makes this smile easy to fake.
I act like you walked out the day that you found out,
I only had six months to live.
But the truth of my sickness is honest, you caused it,
so I’d know you take and you give.
You take and you give,
You give and you take,
It’s a simple give and take.
I’ll grow back good if I break.
Until the day that I know I’m no better alone,
I guess this is just what it takes.