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.