You ask me for dinner,
You ask me for life,
You ask me for help,
Every single night.
You ask me for money,
You know we don't have,
You ask me for everything,
As if I own the world on my back.
You ask me for hours,
You ask me to come home,
You know I have to work,
Just for the things that we own.
I don't have everything,
I don't own the best stuff,
But we have what they don't,
We have what really counts
We have love, no matter what.
It's strewn on the floor
again, because I was too lazy
to throw it in the hamper
and instead it's on the carpet floor.
And it's there next time
I'm crying on the floor;
We run back to your house,
The lights are still on,
And they cover your freckled face,
Like it's the sun.
The grass brushes our feet,
And the wind catches in your hair,
We sit out on the sand,
The fog covers the sky,
And blankets the world,
Like a shield.
The waves nip at our feet,
The water's cold
But I'm warm because you hold my hand,
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