I could see it when he talked to me
His eyes closed like windows
Watched the seasons and they made me see
The time when I could still hope
We could be clear in anger
We could take fear and sing her a song
And tell her we were strong
I could tell he wasn't trying to be this way
But he couldn't see through
All the feelings that I tried to heap on him
Made it hard to
Tell if it was my own voice
Tell if it was the right choice
Curled up in a ball
And I don't know how long
How can I be good to him?
How can I be good, instead of bad?
How can I be true to him
How can I be true, instead of sad?
Or is that all I have?
Is this all I have?
Though I know I should not ask for more
I sit with this question
Will we ever dance upon this floor
Like the night when I met him
But it was just from this angle
Watching the way the dust rolled on down
The flowers had gone brown
And they curved into a frown
How can I be good to him?
How can I be good, instead of bad?
How can I be true to him?
How can I be true, instead of sad?
Or is this all I have?
Is this all I have?
Or is this all I have
To give away?