Good Enough

Go ahead and judge me but you are wrong
You call me a "trainwreck" and look at you:

Your fuse too short your memory too long
For there to be anything I can do
To ventilate your airtight narrowness

So now I no longer bother to try

Giving up relieves me but I confess
I feel sorry for that pussy-whipped guy
Who strains against your strictures nonetheless

I know what it feels like to try to be
What you judge as Good Enough and I guess
I should be glad Good Enough is not me

So see you later kid be perfect now
(Perfectly miserable we both know)
Without you I feel Good Enough somehow

Good luck (and you need it) until you grow
Enough to know imperfect is the way
Of you me and the pussy-whipped as well

Since you will never hear a word I say
This "trainwreck" bids a silent "go to hell"

+Steven Curtis Lance



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