She got her Bible by her nightstand I haven't opened mine for years She spends her weekends with her mother Sometimes I leave my mom in tears You're too good for me, I know But every time I think you'll go You pull me just a little closer And if I put you in a song I'll be scared to get it wrong I don't know why, but you're still here Wish I could tell her in a sentence But then I'd stumble on my words So I just tell a joke to make her laugh Oh God, I hope I don't run out of jokes And she hasn't heard them You're too good for me, I know But every time I think you'll go You pull me just a little closer And if I put you in a song I'll be scared to get it wrong I don't know why, but you're still here You're too good for me, I know But every time I think you'll go You pull me just a little closer And if I put you in a song I'll be scared to get it wrong I don't know why, but you're still here