More is a tricky word, easy to use and too often heard
A promise delayed, a whispered hope prayed
Or even a selfish demand issued as a command

He always needed more, another score
Had an excuse but it was easy to deduce
His misuse, his substance abuse reduced
His ability to follow through, anything he promised to do
So we did the dance, him begging for just one more chance

The last time he called, I promised to watch his cat
He was getting help, thirty days, what did I think of that
I said that's good if it's true but it's hard to believe you
He was sincere, said he knew what his future had in store
And he didn't want to be that man any more

The next time a call came, I expected much of the same
But it was a stranger with bad news
The voice was soft, considerate of all I would loose
Numbly I sank to the floor, what I wouldn't give for one more
A day, a pray, a hope; I don't know what I wanted
But I knew I would be from this day haunted