What's Mine to Give pt. 3

Let me send you gas money, as if I could buy more of your time, As if coins could keep you closer, as if dollars could make you mine. I can call you on your drive, count the miles in my chest, Hear your voice on the speaker, try to keep this heart at rest. Can I hold you, in this fleeting, this desperate, fleeting now? Can I feed you my devotion, even if I don’t know how? I want you to have what’s mine, the soft, the scared, the true, Take it if you need it, leave it if you do. I’m sorry if I’m heavy, if I hold a little tight, It’s just that love has always been a bit of day and night. Because love to me is waiting, a hope that never fades, And I’m offering it to you, with all my calm charades. Can I hold you? Can I stay here, just until the morning’s past? Or is this just the story of a heart that's built to crash?