Songfic Challenge; "You Owe Me Nothing In Return"

[JDMeans@xxxxxxx]

So, the other day, my favorite local radio station was playing advance tracks from Alanis Morrisette's new album 'Under Rug Swept' (something tells me that if she were a fan of BTVS she would not be a B/S shipper), and I heard one song in particular that made me think of Buffy and Willow.  So I'm sending the lyrics, hoping that someone out there will consider making a fic out of it.  Let's see how it works.

"You Owe Me Nothing In Return"

I'll give you careless amounts of out right 
Acceptance if you want it. 
I'll give you encouragement to choose 
the path you want if you need it.

You can speak of anger and doubts,
Your fears and freak-outs and I'll hold it.
You can share your so-called 
Shamefilled accounts of times in your life and I won't judge it.
And there are no strings attached,

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give. 
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
And you owe me nothing in return. 

You can ask for space for yourself 
And only yourself and I'll grant it.
You can ask for freedom as was
Or time to revel and you'll have it.

You can ask to live by yourself
Or love someone else and I'll support it.
You can ask for anything you want 
Anything at all and I'll understand it.
And there are no strings attached,

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give. 
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
And you owe me nothing in return. 

I bet you're wondering when
The next payback you'll eventually drop.
I bet you're wondering when my conditions 
or policies will force you to cough up.

I bet you're wondering how far 
you now have danced moved back into dead.
This is the only kind of love 
As I understand it that there really is.

You can express your deepest of thruths
Even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it.
You can fall into the abyss on the way to your bliss
And I'll empathize with.

You can't say that you'll have to skip town
To chase your passion and I'll hear it.
You can leave and hit rock bottom 
Have a mid-life chrisis and I'll hold it.
And there are no strings attached,

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give. 
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
And you owe me nothing in return. 

Okay, let's hear those WP programs firing up!
Kirayoshi

"Once, years ago, I saved the life of a wise old priest. 
Grateful, he made a gift to me of these few precious words: 
If you find yourself on a cliffside, trapped, 
with a hungry tiger waiting above 
and a hungry tiger waiting below, 
and by chance you spy a single strawberry 
growing from the cliffside... 
pluck the strawberry... 
and bite into it... 
and taste it." 
               --Frank Miller 
                   "Ronin"