my mother loved me so
she burnt my heart out
before i met you

my father loved me so
he handed me his anger
before i met you

my family loved me so
there was nothing left
when i met you.

I watched his heart break
it dripped all over his shirt
a dark crimson swamp
I kept my distance.

I watched him fall to the ground
moving his hands across the ground (contact-searching, seemingly)
he had this look on his face of:
“where is it?”.

I thought
“I should help him”
But I knew no matter what
I’d never see those heart pieces.

Maybe I don't sleep with anything with a pulse
maybe I don't 15 kids in the vault
maybe I'm not what people expect me to be
maybe I'm different... isn't that crazy?
Maybe I'm not for a one night stand
maybe I want to around my girl build plans
maybe I want to take long walks on the beach
build sand castles, sit around and snuggle while we watch movies

Maybe I'm sorry, I'm a helpless romantic
I want to do this for someone and it drives me almost pedantic
I mean I'm the yin to an jerkoffs yang
maybe I just need to get out more
come back to my house smelling like *** and regret, or just become a manwhore
I mean the nice guy act may have been good 5 or ten years ago...

Maybe I have to be an ***, that's the only way to go