Cogito, ergo sum.

Somedays aren't yours at all:
and I don't feel like fighting the good fight; it's on days like these, I imagine, she doesn't feel like picking up the phone.
and honesty doesn't feel right; it's on days like these, I imagine, that she doesn't want to be alone.
and being lucky in love isn't enough; it's on days like these, I imagine, that she doesn't want anyone to know that she's at home.
Instead I use my imagination: fighting the good fight by her side feels right; by any means necessary, we're alright.
Instead I fall back on just enough gumption: honesty by her side feels right; by all means, we're alright.