Good For You
…because I don’t think I’m ever slightly good for you.
Good for any of the poetic words you say,
Good for any of the care you take,
Good for any of the love you have,
Good for any of the stories you shared.
Because I don’t think I’m ever slightly good for you.
For I don’t think I deserve the poetries,
For I don’t think I care for the care,
For I don’t think I want to be a part of those stories,
Because I don’t think I’m ever slightly good for you.
Good for your heart that sees some spark,
Good for your time that wants us to talk,
Good for your songs that sing for me,
Because I don’t think I’m ever slightly good for you.
For there’s no magic happening,
For there’s no words to say,
For there’s no music to play,
Because I don’t think I’m ever slightly good for you…
Which only means we stay away,
Which only means we agree this way,
Which only means we accept this today,
Because I don’t think I’m ever slightly good for you anyway.
