You were good

You were kind

You were drunk all the time

But never drunk enough

As you're battered by the underside of what we swore we wanted

Bothered by the crapshoot that has put you half to sleep

A sorely needed sleep

I hang outside the door all night

Ill bang on the door all night



You are good

You are brave

No matter what you say

But never brave enough

As you're trying to shield your glass

Newborn from the dodgeballs

And aching for children that you have never seen

It's still a tragedy

It's still a tragedy