The Paycheck
I'm the one who makes her darkness feel like light, and I realized that's the only way she knows how to love me: for what I provide. It's a good love, just not the right one. The hard part was working past my own urge to think in all or nothing, and respecting and keeping the good.
The house is clean, the work is done
Another battle, fought and won
You come to me with frightened eyes
A silent and a sweet surprise
You need the comfort, need the heat
A safe and beautiful retreat
And I'm the man who knows the trade
Of making sure the ghosts are laid
And this is the paycheck, this is the fee
The only kind of love you're able to give to me
It's a beautiful service, a masterful art
The breaking and the mending of your own broken heart
And I am the tool that you use in the night
To make your darkness feel like light
And it's a good, good love but it ain't right
No, it's a good love but it ain't right
I am a king of this domain
Of knowing how to soothe your pain
My hands and mouth, they know the script
The words that tremble on your lip
I'll take you there, I'll bring you home
So you don't have to be alone
Inside the fear, inside the doubt
I'll be the one to help you out
And this is the paycheck, this is the fee
The only kind of love you're able to give to me
It's a beautiful service, a masterful art
The breaking and the mending of your own broken heart
And I am the tool that you use in the night
To make your darkness feel like light
And it's a good, good love but it ain't right
No, it's a good love but it ain't right
And you are not a villain here
Your love is honest, and it's clear
You give the only thing you can
To a sad and broken, brilliant man
Not enough not the same as bad
You're the best I've never truly had
And I'll respect you, 'til the end
My beautiful and broken friend
It's not enough
But it's not bad
The best I've never had
The paycheck for the work I've done
Yeah