Quiet songs for a cold december

A song I wrote:

Favorite Fan

You were the girl that I thought I would never meet.
You were just sexy, and smart, and ever sweet.
We were up on the roof, you were my only queen,
But now we're stuck on the ground, in the mezzanine.

I'll take it. We might make it. It hurts too damn bad to break it.

There you were my favorite fan,
We should be dancing, but you just stand.
Why didn't you try to take my hand,
When I asked for another dance, tonight?

Our summertime highs, were a sight to see,
All bubbles and froth, and a happy we.
Now the strain in your eyes, its hard to see.
I think I should take from this jail and set your free.

You fake it. We won't make it. It hurts too damn bad to take it.

There you are my faithless fan,
You are dancing with another man,
It's sad I wasn't in your plan,
So now I'll seek another fan, tonight.

Undeserving

I don't deserve my family. I wish I was a better man; hopefully some day I will be.