Better Parts (acoustic)

[Verse 1]
I kept a chair for every name
Made room until the walls gave way
I learned the shape of every hurt
Then wore their weather like a shirt

I answered calls beneath the rain
Held every promise through the strain
They took the warmth I couldn't spare
And left me measuring empty chairs

[Pre-Chorus]
Now every hand that reaches out
Feels like a debt I can't work out
I call it kindness, call it proof
Then wonder why I have no room

[Chorus]
I gave away my better parts
To too many hands, too many hearts
Now when you tell me I am loved
I look for what you want from us

I poured myself through every door
Till I was less than I was before
If love can leave a person bare
Maybe I'm not worthy anywhere

[Verse 2]
I know their birthdays, know their scars
Which late-night diner, which parked car
I kept the details, kept the trust
While mine grew thin and turned to dust

A borrowed coat, a midnight ride
A thousand ways I stepped aside
They called me strong, I let it land
Like strength was something I had planned

[Pre-Chorus]
Now kindness sounds like coming clean
A room with nothing in between
I can't tell giving from goodbye
Or being needed from being mine

[Chorus]
I gave away my better parts
To too many hands, too many hearts
Now when you tell me I am loved
I look for what you want from us

I poured myself through every door
Till I was less than I was before
If love can leave a person bare
Maybe I'm not worthy anywhere

[Bridge]
But you don't have to pay my past
Or prove your staying will outlast
The ones who took and disappeared
The years I spent becoming useful here

Leave one small light beside the sink
Give me the time to stop and think
If you can hold me without a claim
I might relearn my own name

[Breakdown]
Not a vessel
Not a remedy
Not the hands that rescue everybody
Not a vacancy
Not a borrowed flame
I am more than what I gave away

[Final Chorus]
I gave away my better parts
To too many hands, too many hearts
But you don't ask me to perform
You meet me where the walls are torn

I poured myself through every door
Now I can choose what love is for
The worth I thought I had to earn
Was waiting underneath the burn

[Outro]
If I have less, let less be true
A little left to give to you
Not as a debt, not as a plea
Just something living, left in me