Good Enough

I won’t shudder at your touch no more

I promise.

I won’t hate the way I look at you

When I really wanna cry.

 

Because we both know why

I can’t look you in the eye

Even though you try,

I can’t deny…

 

There is nothing you can say that will make me good enough.

Don’t look at me that way they know I’m not good enough.

 

I’m standing in the middle of wanting what’s best for you,

And wanting you.

Too bad they don’t seem to meet ever in the middle of my head.

 

Because we both know why

I can’t look you in the eye

Even though you try,

I can’t deny…

 

There is nothing you can say that will make me good enough.

Don’t look at me that way they know I’m not good enough.

Monster

There’s an element of surprise

There’s an element of fear

The look in your eyes

Tells me that I should not be here,

And my hands are on your shoulders,

You’re holding on my waist,

No one knows what’s behind that door

But it’s a question we can’t shake.

 

You’re fighting a monster who’s as blind as you are,

With it’s angry fists and lashing tongue,

The blows are hard, and fast, and long,

And there is no escape for you, my darling.

 

Do I breathe too heavy?

Do I stand too close for you?

Now we’re in the middle of the nightmare,

And it’s far too late to ever turn away.

And it’s trying hard to break our will,

But our faith is our face,

There’s still half way to survive,

But there is much more we can take.

 

We’re fighting a monster who’s as blind as we are,

With it’s angry fists and lashing tongue,

The blows are hard, and fast, and long,

And there is no easy escape for us, my darling.

 

It’s such a fatal flaw to be human,

Our ideas don’t spread.

If this was up to me I’d say,

Let’s get ourselves a box,

And listen to our heart’s beat till we’re dead.

Oh, c’mon.

 

We’re fighting a monster who’s as blind as you are,

With it’s angry fists and lashing tongue,

The blows are hard, and fast, and long,

And there is no easy escape, my darling.

Bottle (verses)

All i have left to drink,

Is this bottle anger,

Left in here are feelings,

Like I’m never quite enough.

This kind of lie,

Can’t be forgotten like

Your blood just can’t be spilled.

Over my hands. can we start again?

 

All I have left to breathe,

Are these fumes of a fire,

Left here in the feelings,

Like I’m never gonna be enough,

This kind of life,

Can’t be foreshadowed,

Like a spider web yet to be spun,

In your head, can we start again?

 

All I have left to be,

Is this shadow of danger,

Left in here as the makings,

Of a tiger left in its cage,

But you got lonely,

Like you tend to,

When I’m nowhere to be found,

In my head, we can’t start again.

 

All I have left to leave,

Is this shell of a monster,

Lay here in the makings,

Of a habit you’ve yet to make,

And soon you’ll beat me,

Like you want to,

Don’t strand me on an island,

Of my own. We can’t start again.