I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you

Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold

I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt

I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity

Your face Transcends Garnish

I was born for this Reflexes like a puss Even when I’m pissed

I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails

My soul taught me a thing tonight That you don’t always get your lik… And when things don’t work like th… You will adapt, and be all good

I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day

You ever dream That we could have A love so great A smooth so salve It’s in the cards

I thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet