I fell in love with a man who doesn’t wish to know himself at all 

That man can never truly know me 

He is good enough 

So why change what doesn’t need to be fixed?

I get this creeping feeling that I’m the one who needs to be fixed 

Because why can’t I settle for good enough?

Why do I deserve more than I have?

If what I have provides for my basic needs 

I don’t think I deserve anything if I can’t pay rent on my own

Life has been so transactional for me

So I drag on in my heartache 

I live in that uncomfortable existence

In trade for a safe place to stay