You've never been weighed and then measured, Found wanting, You've been seen, found tough, and let be. And before I go saying, "You'd make a bad lover," I think that I'll let you kiss me. I cannot, in good conscious, wear white; If I'm honest, my wedding dress needs to be black. 'Cause I've seen too much skin and the souls that live in it, I fear I'm the bride you'll give back. You take and you give, You give and you take. It's a simple give-and-take. The cash on the dresser is money I make. I love how you told me I was pretty... They all do, And it makes this smile easy to fake. I act like you walked out the day that you found out I only had six months to live. But the truth of my sickness is honest: you've caused it, So I know that you take and you give. You take and you give, You give and you take. It's a simple give-and-take. I'll grow back good if I break. Until the day that I know I'm no better alone... I guess this is just what it takes.