I love you so much, but I don’t do it right.
Does quantity matter when the quality is lacking?
You say the right things, and validate me in the best ways.
Yet, I continue to fuck up.
I stick my foot in my mouth, and turn every situation into one where I’m the center.
And you manage to stay patient, and listen to the same complaints.
I set my weight on your already heavy shoulders,
And you hold it for the two of us.
Why did you enter this deal, when there was nothing in it for you?
What happens when you finally realize that you got the short end of the stick?