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