As the star passed over my head
Through the moonbeam
The cow jumped over
I wished for clairvoyance
To be a prince again
For I still yearned for my father's seat
As I patrolled the halls I reflected
On the paintings he bought
And the bards he paid
And the poetry he begat
And the love he bargained
Maybe I made a decision
Maybe I lack precision
Maybe I have to live with it
What the fuck do I even know
I wasn't a decision
Maybe you were in a prison
But I have to live
What the fuck do you have to show
Son of a critic
How I value poignance
Poetry in words
I wish to share with the world
The queen of clubs will beat you down
And sap you of what makes you sweet
A mirrored and careful incision
Maybe I made a decision
Maybe I lack precision
Maybe I have to live with it
What the fuck do I even know
I wasn't a decision
Maybe you were in a prison
But I have to live
What the fuck do you have to show
Good enough for me
I'm proud of you
I know I don't say it enough
But I really do love you
Good enough for me
I'm proud of you
I know I don't say it enough
But I really do love you
Am I good enough for you
Are you proud of me
I know you find it hard
To say that you love me too
Am I good enough for you
Are you proud of me
I know you find it hard
To say that you love me too
Take care brother
Don't forget your mother, your struggle
That you're a lover at heart
Don't forget to call grandma
Don't forget me before I'm gone
And I will leave a light on
And keep a bed warm for you
When you come home for me
To remind you that you're good enough too