tell me why I always fall for
the skinny boys with long hair
dark eyes and strong arms
they’re always hiding behind a veil
of fun & frolic
always looking for acceptance
in the world where
they feel like a stranger
always outside the candy store
they never had enough toys as kids
and they’ve never gotten over that
they crave the luxury life
and they’re doing everything they can to get to it
but they pretend like they never wanted it

beautiful boys with beautiful souls
beautifully broken, that is,
they suppress their emotions
until it comes out in
boiling rage and hot tears
they never fit in
they know that better than anyone else
and even though they claim
to be proud of the whole ‘lone ranger’ persona
all they’ve ever wanted is to fit in with the crowd

tell me why I always
fall for the damaged ones
there’s something about
the way they’re messy inside and out
scattered all over the place like stars in the night sky
lacking love & attention
they’ll stick to anyone who looks their way
“I need you”
is a line I’ve heard oh, so often
they’re fooled by the thought
that love,
and only love,
can save them from the torture
of this world
all too ready to become a husband and a dad
just because what they’ve always lacked
is unconditional love
and they’ll take whatever they can get
inside, they’re still just little boys
waiting for their mommy to kiss them goodnight
the kiss that never came

it’s funny because they think
a teenage girl
is what they need to fix
their deep rooted problems
as if my kiss
will be an adhesive for their
broken soul
as if my arms around them
will keep them whole
when I, myself,
have not been able
to fix my own world

tell me why
I always fall for the boys
who taste like impossible dreams
and burnt hopes
deer caught in headlights
reality is seeping in
and they can’t handle it
they have so much they want out of life
and things never seem to go their way
but, ah,
when their mouth is on mine
I swear I couldn't care less
they could be devils of the night
but their hands on the arch of my back
feel so right

I fall for the ones who stand out
and then wonder why my life
is such turmoil
when my ideal has always been
the 4.0 gpa star of the school
tell me why
I always fall for the school reject
when I know
it’s never going to be enough
it’s never going to last

but, hey,
who cares, right?
live and let live
and don’t ever consider the fact
that the reason I fall for them
is because they remind me so much of
**myself