Worth Less

You can put into words what I can’t find in myself.
Promises seem fleeting, but you’re never so far away.

If all I could do is get these eyes to shed some works
I’d know there’s still a beat within my chest
and there’s still a chance I haven’t given up

Yet, I’m never quite sure of myself
I’m never quite sure about much of anything

I am sure, though, that I could always be wrong about you.
I know more than anything that I waste time and space,
but if its going to be worthless, let it be worth less to me
than it does to you.

Give me meaning.
Give me point and case.

I’ll follow anywhere, but man I hate the chase.