A Measure Of Good Enough
A Measure Of Good Enough


You’ll never be good enough,
'Cause you’re good at all the wrong things;
Not at finding salvation through love,
But at dancing under fairy lights in a shirt that clings.
You’ll never be good enough,
'Cause you can’t have deep, meaningful conversations;
Your laughter’s too loud, your hands a tad rough
You can speak of pop music but not the fate of nations.
You’ll never be good enough, 'cause good enough wears a starched suit
Speaks in foreign tongues of opinions strong and absolute.
At the top of the world you’ll be just short of sufficient,
Perhaps to be a brazen you is the most audacious of commitments.