Let's be honest here,
Sometimes I don't feel good enough for you,
Sometimes I feel like an embarrassment.

There are spaces in time
Where I'm afraid I'll disappoint you,
And I'm terrified that you'll see all the parts of me
I don't want you to see
And then you'll just
Up and leave.

But you've seen my worst,
My fear and my tears,
And my sharp tongue, though never directed at you.
And if you think that's something
Worth keeping,
Then you'll have to push me into the water
If you want to jump ship.

I usually don't
Try to stick around.
Like most things, I'm fleeting.
But I'm sick of fleeing.

Usually when I fall,
I hit the ground running,
But I've yet to truly fall,
Because flying with you
Is much too nice
To stop.