Wait a minute…
So underneath all the glossy parts
the theme and amusement parks
the moonlight walks in the dark
the sweet nothings and baby talk
the flowers in bunches cut on the stalk
is the fact that you’re missing a
tooth in the front and that you are
missing a toe on your left foot
and last night you unexpectedly
shat your own pants and you think the
minor itching might be something
like a second simplex skin disease
and you have 5 total children
by 2 different women and
2 other men cause 2 of them
ain’t yours and your license is fucked
up from age old tickets, so why
have a car at all you figure
and technically you’re still married
to top it all off
Shit just got real
Shit just got real
It doesn’t get any more real
Wait a minute…
So underneath all the glossy parts
the theme and amusement parks
Is a broken, bent, hurt, nearly
destroyed shadow of the man
I think you are unless you are
still him but I see me reflected in you
desperately hoping someone will love me
with all my nearly broken parts
and all these circumstantial
situations don’t change the fact
that you would do anything for me
love no one more than me
put no one above me and
would sacrifice the little bit you do have
just to adore me and if it counts for
shit, I’ve never been remotely close
to perfect
Shit just got real
Shit just got real
So how much do I love you
enough to look past all of these
mistakes and frailties that you’ve had
since you’re doing the same for me
should I see you through rose colored glass
because you love me more than you love yourself
wait a minute…
Why the fuck would anyone do that?
Shit just got real
Shit just got real
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