I'm always, always looking for that
Perfect accompaniment. Stand firmly,
Planted by me simply in whatever
Goddamn thing we're engaged.
I guess I'm simple in the end.
I don't need much to keep this big,
Stupid heart going. I just want another
Misfit to roam about with. Someone
That can save my wreck when it comes.
Someone that might let me take lead;
I won't steer the thing the wrong way,
I promise. I tell ya though, I get lost
A lot. Visceral distance brought on by
Lack of understanding of my own
Damn self. I neglect the most potential
Things for a silly whim of the innate,
Particular to my brand. We run; we can
Also very much take a strong stand.
So it's come to this: lost and so much
More confused and abandoning the
Notion of proper love as the thing.
After all, I haven't always given proper
Love to those that mattered. I've hurt
Those close to me much. In the end
I suppose I've learned the kind of pain
You could know from a firm shake of
Everything crashing down at once.
I lost myself and probably for good.
This new guy might be all wrong.