John Elton - Self Esteem

And I’m reminded of a joke we had

So, I go on my phone to tell you

And your profile picture is the lad

That your girlfriend gave birth to

And I’d forgot

Yeah, I’d forgot

And that’s my lot

This illness I’ve got

And you’re wading through your life, I know

It’s blossoming, consuming so

And it became your challenge to

Push me out of all the places that your mind might have gone to

But it doesn’t hurt

It doesn’t hurt that much

'Cause there’s a queue of people you’ve lost

And I know

It’s hard to feel okay at night

And I know

That you prefer the easy life

But I’d have shown you

There was nothing to be frightened of

Everyone was trying not

To let you see I was enough

So, this all that’s left of it

A dull ache in my stomach pit

As I try to make the memories fit

A less rejecting narrative

For me

It’s all for me

Maybe I’ll sleep

Eventually