I don't know how this is suppose to happen or go
I don't know what I'm suppose to know
because I know I can be good at this
I know I'll do well
I know I can love you out of your hell
Maybe.

Because you're tall and you're handsome and you like to read books
but some nights you lay on my couch and cry.
and I want to help you let go of some lies
like that you're not good enough, because you are
and that you're ugly because of your scars.
But we're making some progress.
You'll be okay someday.
Maybe.

Some nights you'll laugh until you cry
and sometimes you'll cry until you want to die.
Some nights you're carefree
and some nights you're careless with that razor
which unfortunately burns at me
like a hot poker
and it hurts more than if you chose her
but you didn't.
You picked me.
Maybe.

Or maybe you settled
because you couldn't find better
and believe me I'd let her
if she took you away
Because I love myself, just like you said
but if you left
I'd stay in my bed
with you in my head
and you'd call and apologize
and maybe I'd believe you
but maybe you couldn't convince me.
Maybe.

I've been trying to convince you that I love you
and I've put all my eggs in this basket
and I've given everything left in it
and you've given me everything left in you
and that's enough.
Maybe.

But you've given your treasure and your gold
and you gave them the power to mold you.
Then you gave them your heart and some pills
and they gave you some cheep thrills.
And now you're empty
and with me
so not alone.
Maybe.