Oh, he's holding my hand
Staring into my eyes
And telling me
How pretty I am
But he's still never seen me cry
And I'm sure that he
Doesn't wanna help carry all my suitcases
Packed with bricks made of grief
Oh, I'm the whole package
But it's pretty damn heavy
And his love feels weak
I've got a bad habit of lovin' men
Who only stay in the shallow end
But I'm a deep and rushing river
Oh Lord, please bring me a good swimmer
Got a lot on my mind
And a lot on my plate
But I still hunger
For a love that is kind
And keeps my head above water
Instead of pulling me under
I've got a bad habit of lovin' men
Who only stay in the shallow end
But I'm a deep and rushing river
Oh Lord, please bring me a good swimmer
I don't need someone to save me
I've always been my own lifeguard
I just want someone to tread this water with me
All the ones before have made it seem so hard