What do you give to the boy who has everything?
His world is almost too good to be true
What do you say when he's starting to let you in
And you see he's better off without you?
Sometimes I'm so cynical and self-conscious
And sometimes I see that I'm bringing him down
I stand in the mirror, hands in empty pockets
And wonder why he even wants me around
I just wish there was something he needs
Some beautiful thing I could be
To keep him from seeing the worst in me
What do you do when the boy's always busy
And you're on the side killing time 'til he calls?
It's bad I get mad cause I want him to miss me
And make amends when he has done nothing wrong
We both got friends, but I'm no good at keeping mine
He's got his people when he needs to talk
And we both got dreams but I'm not good at reaching mine
So part of me dreams about keeping him small
I just wish there was something he needs
Some beautiful thing I could be
To keep him from seeing the worst in me
So what do you give to the boy who has everything
Now that you need him more than you knew
What do you do when you finally get to him?
And you see he's better off without you