The Gardener
I’m not man enough to be humanBut i’m trying to fit inAnd i’m learning to fake it
Don’t ever meet their friendsIt tells you too muchOr not enoughOr worseExactly the wrong thingEvery nuanceEvery detailEvery movementEvery smellSoundPhraseThe way she laughsThese are the things that you obsessively fetishizeOr make yourself grow to loveBut you are supposed to be done growingShe is still growingIts like a garden with two flowersOne just blooming and casting a shadowJust like yoursThen it becomes struggleOf sunlightOr rainOr weedsShe and every sheIs doomed to be your idea of herShe and every sheIs doomed to be your idea of her
I’m not man enough to be humanBut i’m trying to fit inAnd i’m learning to fa fa fake itFa fa fa fa fake itFa fa fa fa fake itFfffffffffffffake it
But worse so,Back to the pointYou are no longer the flowerAnd the sunAnd most importantly the gardenOr the gardener
A museYour amusementI am usedIts all ruined if you meet their friends
She and every sheIs doomed to be your idea of herI’m not man enough to be humanBut i’m trying to fit inAnd i’m learning to fa fa fa fake itFa fa fa fa fake itFa fa fa fa fake itFa fa fa fa fake itFfffffffffffffake it
You never wantedTo shareYour concept of your creationWith any other gods or worshippersYour book isn’t burnedIt was never writtenYour book isn’t burnedIt was never written
I’m not man enough to be humanBut i’m trying to fit inAnd i’m learning to fa fa fa fake itFa fa fa fa fake itFa fa fa fa fake itFa fa fa fa fake itFfffffffffffffake it