I\'m sorry I\'m a fuck up
That I take and take
Like the crest of an event horizon
Hungrily gnawing
I\'m sorry I steal things
Your safety, peace of mind,
The little thoughts of hope
That wilt when your phone rings
I\'m sorry I\'m not enough
Can\'t hold down a job
Can\'t cut it as an artist
Can\'t even live off loans
But most of all I\'m sorry I\'m not enough
That I couldn\'t be the perfect son
With a perfect wife
And a second child to keep the first company
I\'m sorry I\'m not enough
For someone who has broken her back
In the long years of her entire life
That deserves respite and care
That you labor under the weight
Of people who don\'t meet you
Halfway down the road
With a cup of coffee and a beignet
I wish I could hold you
Wrap my arms around your waist
And bury my face in the denim dress
You wore to teach.
But I can\'t.
Because I\'m not enough.
And I don\'t know if I ever will be.