I stand before you imperfect and unashamed.
Maybe in my stance I will push the crowd away, but in my loss I shall gain.

The maze we walk each day is full of words and hope and hollow things.
Devote your self to my company, or is that something only pinstriped losers do.
This game we play is not meant for two.

I want to shout and I want to feel…
but your wound up words just make me smile softly as I wonder what comes next.
I know that you missed the memo and it’s too late to bring you back in to the folds.
Then again my world has always been a secret place and maybe you’re not welcomed here.

Time takes and gives what it wants it’s like the stone soup that never ends.
Bring to this pot what you want; she can’t always come to you.
No matter how much she boils over.

Slap the bap and ring the whore my words shall echo off your inebriated brain but yet…
I am happy here and have been unable to find fault with the lesser things of life.
So while I maybe one of the many lost and confused I am still happier then you.

Sometimes when I’m not sure if I even want to talk to you I remember how you smile and all the times you pissed me off at 3am kind of fade away …