I don't know how this whole "love" thing works
Are there rules? A controller?Maybe buttons to press?
Maybe if I dress right, smile pretty...
You'll notice me..me.
I can't pretend to be something im not
I can't be the exact girl you want
I don't drink protein shakes and do squats
I'm not a very good artist, in fact I hate to draw
I can't play basketball, I can barely make a free throw shot
But when I see you I get this urge to be perfect
But what is perfect? Perfection is imagination.
Perfection doesn't exist but yet we seek to achieve it
We make ourselves perfectionists
Though we see no success in it
And its quite pointless
This whole "love" thing sucks
I mean how is one to know who's just looking for a slut
and who's looking for something real?
I look at you and hope that you're not like the other guys
And you don't just think women are to sexualize
And my body is not the only thing you fantasize
That when you look at me, you don't see "blow job eyes".....
But a girl is not only moans and sighs
She's not just a personal fuck toy
Don't destroy a person to meet needs
But I know you aren't like that. You can't be
I hope that we fit together with perfect anatomy
Hand in hand, eye to eye, lip to lip
Fingertip to fingertip.
But first you have to notice me..
Not just my body