the love I need is exactly what you can't give to me, and what you
want from me looks better in your brain, believe me. your mind tells
me better by far than the real thing. smoother skin, skinnier arms, a
free flowing smile. that's not me, I regret to inform you.
let go of my wrist, now let go of the other.
in return I'll try to say no to you next time.
I'm sorry that I can't be what you see in your head, but those
standards are just a mountain I'd climb only to be disappointed with
the view from the top,
poor lopsided love, let go of me.