You'd cover my face when you'd fuck me
We were intimate without intimacy
Like a gutter punk-tuation
In a foreign conversation
I feel like Thoreau at party I throw
I'm a self-made scarecrow

I love you more than I hate me
Cuz you are everything I wish I could be
I'm a friendless best friend
A single bookend, a walking dead ender
I'm a return to sender

We didn't know the fix was in
Years before our race was run
Our epilogue was predestine
Like A Maori Tribe 4th son

Like a Randy
Rhodes scholar
Or a rotary cell phone
A slave is lost without their collar
The un-favorite
Sundial tone
My conscience disobeys me
Because I always cease to amaze me
I'm like a vir-gin blossom
I'm on the verge of nawesome

An unhip hop scotch blend
Where everyone tried to pretend
They didn't want our love to end
BUT WE ALL KNEW THAT IT HAD TO