1. What’s Left of Me

There’s a coffee cup beside the sink A crack running through the glaze Half a box of things I couldn’t burn Half I couldn’t give away I found my jacket on the bedroom floor Still smelling like that bar Funny what a man can carry home And never know how heavy things are The landlord changed the porch light out The old one buzzed for years I signed my name, gave back the key Like I’d never lived here There’s twenty-seven dollars in my wallet And a number I won’t call I thought losing everything would feel A whole lot bigger than this room feels small What’s left of me Ain’t polished, ain’t pretty Two good hands And a heart that still gets heavy I got my name And I still answer when it’s called What’s left of me Might be enough after all I kept the photograph of my old man Standing by his Chevrolet He never learned to say “I’m sorry” But he showed up anyway Maybe that’s the part I understand now You don’t fix every wrong Sometimes you just stop making new ones And learn where you belong What’s left of me Ain’t polished, ain’t pretty Two good hands And a heart that still gets heavy I got my name And I still answer when it’s called What’s left of me Might be enough after all No clean slate No grand goodbye No voice came down To tell me why Just morning through the blinds My boots beside the door And for the first time in a long time I don’t need anything more What’s left of me Ain’t polished, ain’t pretty Two good hands And a heart that still gets heavy I got my name And I still answer when it’s called What’s left of me Yeah, it’s enough after all What’s left of me Still knows how to stand Still knows when to leave Still knows who I am No, I didn’t save it all But I didn’t lose it all What’s left of me Is enough after all Enough after all Enough after all What’s left of me Is enough after all