Good Enough For You

Bright lights, little city,

like to burn it all down, if I could,

but my hands are made of wood

and wooden faces warp with tears.

She screams in three keys, learning her fourth if she can,

but her voice will crack like glass,

and glass can’t take what it once could.

She learned how to breathe in the

autumn leaves and had left me here to fake my make believes.

Made a man of tree when I had to be almost anything to be enough for me.

Fast cars, dark city

where the clocks never tick and the lights

are brighter than the sun could ever dream to be.

He sins for her savor,

being her savoir, if he can,

but his words are hollow reeds

and wind can make a mess of things.

But she turns to flee, like a match to me,

making what was once whole turn to smoke and steam.

Made a mock of man with her simple plan

to build something that could be an empty dream.

...but if things were any different now, would you still hold your grudge?

So tell me, am I safe to come back home again?

So, tell me any of your own half-truths and I promise I’ll believe ‘em.

It seems that fate has given us a chance, but do we really want it?

...and do we really need it?

Now, I see, my love, you have had enough

and what worked here once can never work again. But these eyes see rose,

and with faith I chose,

my own guiding light to make my feet face North.

...but what if I could change?

Would it stay the same?

What if everything could be enough for you?