I Wish I Was ... by The Avett Brothers

I wish I was a flame dancing in a candle
Lighting up your living room high on the mantle
I could bring some romance without any scandal
And then when you were done you'd just put me out

I wish I was a tune you sang in your kitchen
Putting your groceries away and washing your dishes
I could float around your tongue and ease the tension
And then when you were done you'd just quiet down

But if I get too close
Will the magic fade?
Would I turn you off or away?
If I pull you in
Would I push you out
Of something here you care about?
I'm at a loss for what to do
I'm drawn to you

I wish I was a sweater wrapped around your hips
And when it got too cold into me you'd slip
And when the sun came back you would hang me up
And I would watch you while you undress

But if I get too close
Will the magic fade?
Would I turn you off or away?
If I pull you in
Now would I push you out
Of something here you care about?
Well I'm at a loss for what to do
But I'm drawn to you

I'm not a song
I am not a sweater
I'm not a fire
I am something better
I'm a man in love writing you a letter
Will you take it
Will you keep it
Will you read it
Believe it
I love you
I'm sorry

A little too late, maybe

You left me here ... to pick up all of the pieces, to take care of everything, to take care of our child. You actually left us long before you left. You're not even alive now.

And when you returned? You pretended, but you were unsettled. You came with a mission to fulfill what others thought you "should" fulfill. And you took shots at me. You stoned me. You still curse my name. And all I did was provide.

You curse me.

Then, just like that? You left us again. AGAIN. And then again another time, now. How many times? Not any more.

So forgive me for now cursing you. You fuck off for good, from my life, please. You have no idea how you affect so many.

And I hope you eventually step up for your son. But should you fail to do so? I'll pick up the pieces, as I've always done.