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The Ism
August 2015


I wanted this to mean more than it does
Strangers faces in the place of us
I wanted this to be more than it was
A consolation wasting in the sun
I tried my best to be just who I was
And when it didn't work I gave it up
I wanted trust to be the food of love
I starved myself, you never had enough

When is it enough?
Isn't it enough?
When is it enough? 

I'm falling backwards
Reaching for something that makes sense
Keep falling faster
Making something from nothing left

I did my best to please, and saw the sum
The gifts we get are gone and getting judged
I wanted yes to be more than a crutch
An automatic answer on our tongues
I looked for anything to pick me up
I hung myself each time I came undone
I wanted less to be more than enough
I made a beggar out of everyone

Better soon is never being good enough
Better soon is what we use to keep this up
Better soon but what's the use if nothing's left?