It’s been six years
And I still don’t know what I want
This could be all I ever wanted
(This is all I ever wanted)

At this point what am I asking for
I’ve hoped, deluded, prayed (when I don’t know where the words go)
Nowhere.

Assume everything always works out for me
(“I’m so lucky” the chorus sings)
Give where I shouldn’t be giving
Never take stuff at face value

Take a crumb and feast off it for weeks,
a banquet,
work a miracle!
Maybe it’ll turn out different this time
(I hope to god it will)

But
I’m an unreliable narrator
I don’t want to ask the hard questions
I don’t have answers for you
I don’t even have answers for myself

I’ll turn a blind eye to prophetic dreams
Then say I didn’t see it coming

So I’ll get another job
(work myself to death)
And in another six months I’ll do this again