[Title: INDIAN GIVER] [Intro] You always called it— "Indian giver." Something given. Then taken away. Underneath those words was something you never said. [Verse 1] Good would come through the door. A little kindness. A little peace. Something you could finally hold. Then just when your hands relaxed— it changed. A promise grew conditions. Kindness grew a price. Something given could be taken when you didn't act right. So the child learned— Don't get comfortable. Don't need it. Don't love it too much. Because the giver might become THE TAKER. [Pre-Chorus] You called it— INDIAN GIVER. But shame heard something deeper— "Maybe they took it BECAUSE OF ME." [Chorus] INDIAN GIVER. Here today. Gone tomorrow. Give me something good— I start preparing for the sorrow. If I love it, you might take it. If I need it, you might leave. So I hold every gift like something I don't quite believe. INDIAN GIVER. That's what I called the pain. But when the good was taken back— I TOOK THE BLAME. [Verse 2] That's why "I love you" can sound like— "For now." That's why "This is yours" can sound like— "Until I change my mind." That's why a peaceful room can make me watch the door. Having something beautiful can make me fear losing more. Because losing nothing doesn't hurt like losing something I finally trusted. [Silence] So sometimes I take it from myself before somebody else gets the chance. [Pre-Chorus] Push it away. Question the gift. Find the string. Find the catch. Start the goodbye before anybody starts leaving. INDIAN GIVER. The old rule says— DON'T TRUST WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN. [Chorus] INDIAN GIVER. Here today. Gone tomorrow. Give me something good— I start preparing for the sorrow. If I love it, you might take it. If I need it, you might leave. So I hold every gift like something I don't quite believe. INDIAN GIVER. That's what I called the pain. But when the good was taken back— I TOOK THE BLAME. [Long Instrumental] [Bridge] There it is. Not only— "Good things get taken." Something worse— "GOOD THINGS GET TAKEN BECAUSE OF ME." Maybe I ruined it. Maybe I wasn't good enough. Grateful enough. Quiet enough. Useful enough. Maybe if I had been better— THE GOOD WOULD HAVE STAYED. [Silence] No. The child took the taking and turned it into a verdict about herself. [Breakdown] What they gave— was theirs to answer for. What they promised— was theirs to answer for. What they took back— was theirs to answer for. But the child made one terrible trade— THEY TOOK THE GIFT. SHE TOOK THE SHAME. [Silence] THEY TOOK THE GIFT. SHE TOOK THE SHAME. [Build] Give the shame back. Let the gift be a gift. Let kindness stay kindness. Let today be today. Let something good sit in your hands without asking— WHEN ARE YOU TAKING IT? [Final Chorus] INDIAN GIVER. Now I know what I meant. Something given. Something taken. And the child thought she caused it. But when somebody changed the bargain— THAT DIDN'T NAME ME. When somebody took the good away— THAT DIDN'T STAIN ME. I don't have to lose today's good before it's even gone. I don't have to start the goodbye while love is still here. THEY TOOK THE GIFT. I DON'T HAVE TO KEEP THE SHAME. [Long Instrumental Outro] [Outro] Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. [Silence] NO SHADOW OF TURNING. [Long Instrumental] Look above. Not backward at the taker. Not inward at the shame. Above. [Silence] JESUS IS THE LORD.
