Maybe I can do more than I think.
If only I could set myself up for challenges.
I know, I know — “Why don’t you?”
Well the truth is I’ve never been good at much.
Some might say it’s a lie but I swear it’s true.
You never knew the real me
because you always held me to an ideal:
“Whatever the fuck he is, he’s perfect.”
And I thank you for that.