I know your heart's buried
From your cavalcade of exes,
But there has to be a girl
Who will pick up your ashes.

Let's not pretend
You'll be made for each other
(Destiny is *******),
But you'll be happy together.

She'll be different
(She won't cheat).
She'll be mostly what you want
A dream girl to be.

I say mostly because
You're not made for fantasy.
You're made for a girl
With equal idiosyncrasy.

You're not made for dreams,
As you're emotionally ******.
You're only human and deserve
Another human to love.

And that's great because
Humans have the deepest loves.
You're no hopeless romantic
Looking for a turtledove.

You're... irregularly spectacular,
Like she will be too,
But know that she
Isn't waiting for you.

She's in your situation
(Or one worse than mine).
She could only hope for
An irregular boy in time.

But by chance or
By ******* destiny,
Your decidedly imperfect love
Will come to be.

So after you have the heart
To mend your own scratches,
Go looking for that girl
And raise each other's ashes.