For Granted

Sun goes down in Phoenix
And it's starting to get cold
Wish I knew just what comes next
Faith cut to the bone

I'm running out of steam
I've lost the will to feel

I've nothing left to choose
And nothing left to prove

I've got nothing left to say

Just don't take me
for granted

On the phone with a good friend
Distance steals our time
A whispered oath, a stolen rhyme
I'm at the water's edge

When everything's too real
You eclipse the way I feel

Though there's nothing I can do
I've nothing left to prove

There's nothing left to say

But please take me
for granted

Words/Music Copyright Tuckwood 2005
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