You're Not At Your Best, But Good Enough Lyrics

He dwells in such an incompetent home,
laced with the beauty of unsightly stone.
Adorned in dejection by a body so gaunt.
Impaired by the dignified debutante.

Hunger is coming. His stomach is churning.
Approaching the loneliness, only provoking
the worst in it all, inciting the fall.
The bruises don't leave; they leave him enthralled.

Infested by roaches. He's blind but he sees
his irrational thinking, and lullabies bleed
words of "awaken", he so often insists.
Stifled through slumber, compelled to submit.

His rally of relentless remembrance of love.
Certified suicide or survival thereof.
Egocentric, ostensibly monotone;
To never sin and never atone.

His lethargic example of lackluster life-
sent from under the gun, to under the knife.
Ill-fated illusions influence decisions
of appalling visions of pretentious derision.

You were happy when you had it rough.
You're not at your best, but good enough.