I like being by myself
There are times when I require no help,
But when it comes to trying to find someone to share life's wealth
I keep being shot down, like a ninja that ***** at stealth.

The only girls that have stood by my side and lived with my crazy hide
Are my headphones and guitars because they never judge or deride,

My guitars cry, scream, laugh, yell, and talk for me when I don't have any words
My headphones give me insight on this crazy *** world we live with.

So maybe I'm not perfect, maybe I'm a big music nerd
Maybe the notes played by an artist show me more love than an extra drunk dove

Maybe I had the perfect girl right beside me the whole time
Or rather in my pocket, whichever you find.

But while my spirit is filed to bursting my heart and flesh grow grey and bleak
Now I know what they mean when the spirit is willing but the flesh weak

I've never known the kiss of soft lips, a warm heart beating in sync with mine,
I'd give anything to experience this, that elusive feeling so divine.
It doesn't help that the majority of my friends know this to well, what is it? What can I never seem to find?