I just want to be a dad in badly fitting jeans

Rolled up papers in my back pocket

My hair thin, my arms crossed, staring at my burned out lawn but not thinking about loss

Because it’s not about what we’ve lost

It’s what we hold and what we’re holding out for

Then the rain came so I stayed inside

Looking around online for something to do

Seems like my friends are all buying houses

While I’m cutting up someone’s bread at Whole Foods

Thinking, “What the hell am I gonna do

In 10 years when I’m still paying on this loan?

With a rusted out Prius that I got from my mom?

And my poor wife in her threadbare Toms?”

But it’s not about what we’ve got

It’s what we give

And what we give up