A song.
Am I asking too much
How good is good enough
Paper days on the floor
each looks just like before
All I wants a dog and some acres
nights where I can laugh till my face hurts
all my talk and bluster is made dirt when her face turns
wish that I could tell you I'm good
Wish that I could tell you I'm good
Wish that I could tell you I'm good
but this space hurts
I won't let you erode
Sunlight slips through the holes
what fears don't you disclose
just to keep us afloat
All I wants a dog and some acres
nights where I can laugh till my face hurts
all my talk and bluster is made dirt when her face turns
wish that I could tell you I'm good
Wish that I could tell you I'm good
Wish that I could tell you I'm good
but this space hurts