To this crazy little thing called love
to have amazing friends & hugs
Still though loneliness be blowing up my phone much to much
Still this car runs minus the busted clutch
Another stray bullet & I'm rushed
To where tuff men's eyes get stuck with dust
Where monster trucks sit useless admiring their rust
I sit high up watching an impending dusk
Wishing, praying, for an "us"
mending my mangled trust
but still though these stitches gush
I sit stitched the fuck up
Craving the next crush
& sipping life slow from a bottomless cup
NO! It's not enough
2nd best is for suckers, saps, & schmucks
This heart is hardened & tuff
Holding out for perfection not lust
I take tea weekly with disgust!
he says give up
He also says ya'll are sitting ducks
quacking out the same obnoxious bluff
NO IT'S NOT ENOUGH!!!
Check the confidence in my strut
Watch the sharp angles when I tut
Wrestling with these emotions that bubble & boil abrupt
Since before I was the boy who became the man pretending to still be a boy bent on battling luck
I was the "WHAT"!
every perfect pothole & rutt
is long gone from my vocabulary
Cuz 2nd best just isn't enough.