Perhaps because I'm not a good poet
I can ask you to stay quiet
Until I finish these words
Perhaps because I'm not a great artist
I can tell you your picture is finished
And make you proud of this piece of junk
Perhaps because I'm not of the nobility
I can call you my queen and princess
And give you cigarette-paper crowns
Perhaps because I'm a bad businessman
I ask for nothing in exchange for giving you
The little that I have, my life and my dreams
Perhaps because I'm not a good soldier
I let you attack from the front and side
When we argue about our projects
Perhaps because I'm not any of those things,
is why you're here today, in my bed.