If You Let Me

Make a great big list of your belongings. You have no use for such things. Now neatly print my name. Maybe it’s for the best to sever. Give you the space you need to weather the coming change. Easy, it’s easier to just let everything you’ve ever worked for all just turn to shit. But still I wish you’d would tell me, tell me that you need more and that yours is a love I have to work for. I gotta earn it back. I can only be there for you if you let me. I can only be there for you if you let me in. We’ve got parts to play and I know my role: the supporting cast in a one-man show. Calloused. A heart slowly descending. I wish that I could stop inventing these scenarios. And now I don’t sleep ‘cause every room is haunted. Maybe this isn’t what we wanted, but it’s what we chose. And now I’m wondering “should we maintain communication?” or if that’s backwards motivation for a stagnant soul. I guess that’s the toughest thing ‘bout growth in progress: it’s so goddamn hard to notice. Yeah, it moves so slow. I can only be there for you if you let me. I can only be there for you if you let me in. And I’ll scan my sights for the faintest glow of a lover’s light burnt out long ago. You say “it’s good to be reminded”. Well darling, I think you’ve been blinded by what you let go. I can only be there for you if you let me. I can only be there for you if you let me in. When your foundation’s falling through the floor, I can build you up. I can make you whole.