Black

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...

...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.