Good To You

You hold me at arms length
I've tried hard to understand it.
I get so tired of reaching out
To come back empty handed.

 

We would stay broken
We'd come to accept it,
Until it seemed to us
Our jagged ends might fit-

 

But I'm high when you're low
you're high when I'm low
and so far away
When I wish you were close.

 

Don't know if you want me
To worry or care,
To wish I could comfort,
Hold you; be there.

 

Tell me to go, ask me to stay
But know I'd rather do
Anything, and everything
To be good to you.